I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

Posts tagged “hope

Alone In The Quiet of an Afternoon


When the rains began to fall,

I wondered,

did she,

was she at all curious,

did she know

I would be right here,

waiting,

where it is I always want to be,

this place, one night,

the first time,

a kiss,

quiet afterward,

when her eyes opened

to see him standing there,

laying next to her,

cradling every aspect of whom she might be,

in the moment,

in the quiet of a

rainy

afternoon.


Steal Away Steel


He would

anticipate,

a sudden hope

if only

a memory might

draw upon her soul,

this familiar

knowledge of now,

the rains,

would he wish to steal away,

yet, somber like the

natural course of a fever

drawn cold upon

a glancing steel.


The Melody Spoken in a Setting Sun


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I couldn’t help yet lose my wish,

the lyrics with their shadows, threats

of leaving something behind,

lifting off the veil,

realizing the dream we

walked inside of

ever so briefly,

would suddenly

speak in melody

so easily,

definitive in its stark contrast

to hope, to fantasy, to mystique.

 

I wanted to love you

in the moment,

and when realizing what it is

we had,

we were, we wondered,

I still do

wander.

 

Yet the guideposts

of our reckoning

seem to hold a different

sort of a taut

suspension of our dreams.


Watching The Rains Speak


I listened,

the drops upon my conscious soul

spoke to a memory,

a time when we would know

the forever could always remain.

In the rains,

I could recall,

when cradled in her arms, my lips touching sweet skin,

soft her gasp,

a yearn

trace

hers were mine,

our fingertips

intertwine,

… and the rains they fell in line.

 

I remember knowing this was

where I belonged,

only wishing she did feel the same.

 

The rains became our silence.


Walking Outside


The air is chilly,

a wintry night,

without a scarf,

he felt the biting cold,

though a warmth

did exist allowed his

body to continue

forward, hopeful,

imagining that once

he did reach her

sanctuary,

would then his icy

exterior

melt at the sight …

her welcome eyes.


While I Scatter My Reality


I will wish for peace,

a blue sky,

a suddenly radiant night

filled with the passion of love,

and inside that memory

will I hope for sweet recall

for a time during which

I do not belong,

though I did, we tried,

there was this

moment

we will always call upon

to suggest

that time was ours,

we did love,

she is worth every aspect

of a man’s desire,

a passion,

that is her muse,

awakened

perhaps to belong in this

her new world

where love will certainly

allow sweet serenity,

take her beyond,

a quiet recall.


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