In a glance one night
would my heart become the light
if when then she might.
She’s resting now,
she told me so,
and I will quiet
imagine her soft breath
in the sweet respect of afternoon.
I wake in mornings,
wishing for just that,
to have her near me,
to wake to her slumber,
to quiet watch her even gasps.
I woke in retrospect
this morning wanting
as does my passion every
wish to know, to have, to hold
her love in my arms …
I wonder if they know,
his mind was quite unspoken,
when a revelation
of sanity would steal his passion.
Sitting alone again,
sitting again in the quiet of an evening,
wondering just how this happens,
wandering throughout the many avenues,
the mind will take this forlorn
this human condition,
a travesty one might suggest if only anyone else
really cared as much as
the real victims that exist around
all the time.
Ever do we wonder about the soul,
when lost in the critical masses
of exceptional reasoning.
Inside that depression piece,
seems to speak its own mind
when no other reasoning
comes to mind.
On a given day,
no matter if it might be local,
perhaps across the world,
there is a reason,
if in the beat of our audible pulse,
the heart can speak,
and she will honor love.
It’s when there is a quiet,
a silent breeze, filters the memory,
the leaves respond,
small animals raise shackles,
the oxygen is swift,
a desire to bite the thin air.
It’s when imagination is only
the sweet remedy to fear,
when might she know,
where, how, it is in the sudden
anxiety of loss, the breeze
begins a suggestion of a gale force.
It’s when he would rather,
step around the corner,
the reality of life is sudden,
a turn, a gust, a shattered dream
might indicate some passing storm,
where love is always near.
If only he might ride the crest of a wave,
sudden dips, at the highest would she wave.
We haven’t a wall,
a transparent existence rules our lives,
I can see you,
my eyes indicate an occasional
it’s when I miss you,
just by a moment,
when little time allows any clarification.
Forever inside a dream,
perhaps there is a truth in knowing,
reality is often bypassed,
when our lives,
in center stage,
become wrapped around a need,
logic will seem less apparent,
until finally the eyes,
return with willing grace,
find our lives in a looking glass.
Search for me please,
I’m across town casting a light,
a lovely sunset,
within spectacular waves,
define our horizon.
We might discover the same.
Is a calm, when sweep naked skin,
A summer day, oh, a lovely breeze,
When she strolls slow naked skin.
The leaves have a gentle sort of tease,
When whispers suggest we are alone.
I can breathe again, in knowing her
Dreams caress such intrigue is shown.
In looking in eyes express together,
A desire only matters if in serenity
We can pass through sunlit fires
In resilient storm echo sanity.
To know the beauty Nature aspires.
Something lovely in a gale of summer,
Leaves exist cause any I to wonder.
When I do wake to the melody of dove
Gentle coos like ambassadors above
I will in my reality shed immediate tear
For losing her signals inevitable fear
Choice provide me an avenue in time
Where my pain and sorrow is sublime
I walk alone today, trudge on pavement
Vacant is the stare a visual eye apparent
Oh no further toward the romantic air
For left in quiet there today is despair
Suggests our mind is readily drawn alone
Rather than Hollywood’s circus as shone.
I do experience only a bittersweet release
Ever mindful of heartbreak’s natural peace.