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Posts tagged “wish

Love Now


love now

For now I wish an eternity
might include
her spiritual ancestry
so we two
would know
the stars we do so
observe in distant horizon
contain the same
passions
we know exist
in one another’s arms

for now
I am alone
seeking an enchantment
only her sweet demeanor
will provide

for now
I am only in love
lonely in love
I’m in love
in a quiet solace


In A Quiet Twilight


her_ghost_in_the_fog_by_dimmfreak

There’s been a lot of talk recently,

about what it is,

what we have,

how the world seems to function,

though we’re an anomaly to

the truth.

 

I came home tonight,

yes, a sort of settling fashion,

so often I’ve felt out of place,

in a wonder,

not knowing really,

where home might ever be.

 

I knew it once,

when in her arms,

she cradled me,

oh, yes, I am a man,

but there is something rather

fortunate,

when a woman does hold your

soul in everlasting love.

 

So, tonight,

I’m aching a little bit,

there’s a settling sort of peace,

knowing love,

knowing she does love,

knowing,

is really all that matters

some times.

 

Then comes the wonder,

in the night,

the twilight with the crickets,

singing that familiar song,

we both agreed,

last week, indeed,

we listened to the same

melody.

 

In the quiet of the twilight,

I do love

her.

 

* photo found on Deviant Art

 


On The Other Side


It is different,

after the crossover,

the hesitation, quiet wonder, private …

When the choice is made,

a difficult mantra begins in the mind,

that one says,

speaks, screams,

“it’ll be ok”

reason matter over second guessing

human nature.

Or wait,

is that the other way around,

the nature of our being lays the groundwork,

for all reason in the mind,

even when the jump …

 

A Saturday night,

I am alone with wanderlust desire,

though,

that kinetic energy that drives my soul,

I am afraid,

I may not in the near future,

have the confidence,

the sort of, the, I want, I mean, it’s like

a different take

when drifting slowly across the landscape –

the other side.


Waiting To Wake


Last night while waiting,

the storm did break, and feathered the county,

with a moisture, spoke of desire.

 

Walking with slow purpose,

a ledge that rounded a vacant depth,

so callous the rock, I wouldn’t touch,

yet humbled I am by every step.

 

There is this place I am wandering,

a soul in search of reckoning,

afraid of my aftermath,

knowing my own inclement weather,

creates such a sallow fury.

 

I listened to the raindrops,

patter my windows, pounce shingles,

I looked outside to the quiet street.

 

The walk seemed forever,

while awaiting a light,

I felt a certain draw that would

forever be my eternal wake.

 


Oh to Prescribe Time


Dali - The Persistence of Memory

Oh to know this is the right,

time,

this moment,

it is in this amount of gathered energy,

to forecast the right morning,

the perfect afternoon,

a blissful evening,

 

and then to add … more time

 

When we plan our lives around

a certain favor, a pleasing introduction,

a realized shared opportunity to

love

when we might understand,

this was meant to happen just this way,

no one might answer any of the reasoning why,

we just did,

we could,

we knew without wondering we would.

 

and then to add … more time

 

Now chapters along in the journey,

we might begin to recognize stirrings,

perhaps our lives are in different,

parallels, or regions we sometimes cannot predict,

yet in our mind,

we visualize time,

we know we are always there,

always here,

if we can only find the right

time,

the moment suggests,

we have designed our lives.

 

and then to add … more time

 

if we continue to try,

we might find we have lost

a thread,

only that quiet unravel,

takes such little time …

 

print – Salvador Dali – The Persistence of Memory


Analogous Answers


We sat in the quiet of an afternoon,

hands held, felt, smoothed, traced,

we struggled with our eyes today,

a desire to find, unwind, to define.

 

Let’s return to touch for a minute,

we know each other’s response,

a quiet sort of sweet, solemn love

always with us wherever the need.

 

A suggestion made at one point,

A reach, a desire to comfort her,

easily noticed and always allowed,

for there is love in the moment.

 

I know that now the term I sing,

‘if you love someone, set them free’

cannot be asked about or known,

the idea simply will become the mean.


When Waking Alone


There is little I can do to physically fill this void,

knowing she is everywhere but here,

I can feel her, touch her sweet mystique, imagine,

yet, in the moment,

I won’t,  I cannot, I, though I yearn, I want,

in the quiet of a moment, I wish I might know,

the pulse of her heart is the same as my own,

I wish when I create fantasy,

I might have the inside look, the glance, her eyes,

if I could only hold onto that passion for this waking hour.

 

The rush, the sweep toward my lips, the eyes that plead,

when then we meet and time does stop, our search,

our bodies in a unison that waits for direction,

yet allows soft, sensuality to carry this peace as far as we can.

 

It is there in the waking hour I wish only to be … with you.