what drives your eyes
to wander further,
how is it possible I might find the right,
frame of mind,
passage through time,
is it to imagine
you will move quickly past
and find an end.
I struggle with words,
they seem to carry on a certain storyline,
one I can never really grasp,
until the print allows my eyes to remember,
the swimming in motion ends
when it becomes the right time to let go.
I’d like to find the imagery in pain,
is it the steel edge cutting into a red ribbon,
where eyes might watch the soul slip away
in steady stream
no more hesitation,
a quiet, soothing, not so eternal release.
A friend of mine once said to me,
it is true we live our lives a very short time,
so in that span of countless hours,
we might remember love,
for it is that spiritual energy allows our smile,
if only for a brief instant,
to give us hope, a meaning and reason to survive.
I know that sometimes words might convey meaning,
but if it isn’t felt then they do become
only a semantic journey filled with imagery and pause.
Its actually the way she does,
when he falters,
she manages to find the right words,
he is the constant skeptic,
always believing that this might be the case,
and then the sun rises again,
she is radiant in her peace,
he humbled by the virtue she displays,
she has to wonder if that is enough,
or will he walk toward her enchantment again,
with little regard for anything else around him,
only a certain energy,
he does desire her words, eyes, voice,
if everything might be so simple,
then his constant musings,
could be quelled
long enough for his muse to be able to freely,
It is when I can imagine her eyes,
searching the paper, the right keystrokes,
for we are beyond the parchment,
the monitor speaks to her,
while the journey continues,
to find her soul in saying hello.
I do see tears, they are those I wish to touch,
with lips that will assure her
always the reflection is my love.
My fingertip might catch a runaway,
gather between finger and thumb
and bring this moisture to my own lips
to be with you in every aspect of my mind.
It is when the sunlight brings me to my place
this fashion of life I choose,
when waking to the moments,
as the clarity of her elegance swoons my mind.
It is then I know, her words, her beauty, her sweet
While my world begins, I am traveling with you.
While the mind will take excursion,
in wonder in respect to conversion
would the opportunity toward freedom
be allowed inside this patterned fiefdom.
While respect of inspiration seek calm,
the trail run cold still awaits in palm
some possibility, some idyllic frame
of mind that draw delight in its game.
In whilst the turmoil of lackluster time
feels in the onset just that certain grime,
must we always ponder the profound,
even when no love for word can be found.
Perhaps it is simply the fortune of beauty
gives peace to a sedentary turns frivolity.
I, when alone study
notions of her fantasy
we seldom waiver
perhaps a profile
coffee in a pencil skirt
sit nearby my eyes
when while wondering
we would wander wanton wild
whisper wise welcome
stand nearby for now
I will wait to have you know
we could dance tonight
will you lean with me
allow eyes skin naked grace
could we please go on
tease my eyes desire
my obsession is your persona
please let me please, you
I have this life I share with
some have actually become
I’d like to think all of them together
hearts lead them are involved
in the beauty of teaching me
I do love you that is true,
in every essence of who you are,
when I close my eyes and imagine just beauty,
as a graceful step, the very nature of true
while in my fantasy,
your eyes do pierce my mind freeing me of such
earthly burdens as are vanity.
I want you to stay in my dreams,
don’t go far, because if in a moment I stray,
I have lost you again,