eyes will open to more
in that early second
the closure of a night sky,
when while listening
we sometime realize
we cannot answer any more.
We do wake though,
waking to the fond recall
a song on the radio
a time before,
and we do cherish
the instant reminder
of a love once were,
I will wake again,
she will come to mind,
this time, next time,
every day the sun rises
will the want
become my own quiet
‘nights in white satin’
lovely is fantasy,
I woke to their singing
your stories of how song
connected our lives
across the avenues
of our quiet dreams.
I waited …
in that our quiet
struck a chord
know the beauty
is such sweet
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pressure always near
an essential response to fear
then storm clouds appear
It is when, the early moments, eyes still heavy with dreams,
focus upon the physical, wood frame reaching walls,
the mind in slow motion begins a greeting,
a notice, a painting, ties, the dresser is a haven,
in morning wonder he does ask forgiveness in absent mind.
Roll onto his back and sense another,
yet the isolation is familiar, a partner in animosity,
tender in notion, until reality again suggests a fatal flaw,
not dangerous, only a sadness that has long ago manifested
the linens that prevail to simply cover sleeping bodies,
morning wonder now has eyes on spattered ceiling.
A fan rolls smooth, winds with purpose, reminds fantasy,
if we focus on only the shadows of rotation,
if only for a moment,
imagine siesta in a warm climate,
the fan offering reprieve from scorching heat,
yet this one is cosmetic in northern wood.
Stretch his body, know that soon a waking reminder,
the day ahead, the tasks so yearned,
lay back on his side, tucking an arm underneath,
look out to the wall and imagine
her eyes, waking to find his own.
Oh, if that moment could be right now.
With each breath, a morning stir, reminder
There lies ahead memory asunder.
Oh to feel arms embrace, to search, this touch
When eyes closed, the visual ne’er too much.
Shy toss her brow, a romantic tell, recall
Smile sweet with pensive, yet resonate wall.
Always deep inside the fuse awaits fire
A moment’s glance is all the need inspire.
These are forevers my mind will now choose,
Taste your skin magic a mystique lips peruse
While hours will blend toward immediacy
Heart in tear mix passionate legacy.
While wish to have repeat, hold you near me,
In shelter will speak freedom – love I see.
First eyes in shadow
Wonder is mellow
imagine the moment
when all worry is still
ruminate notions quieted
we wander our soul a free man.
Pass through lives of knowledge
dinner tables in reunion
recall sage words of an elder
recognize her beauty a model
now wonder again in silence
is mourning simply a ruse
In this mystique her elegance
the fantasy of my dreams
alive in sweet dream state apart.
the essence of touch my yearn,
a kiss a gasp a thrill in eye
Silent shadows supine love recall.