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Posts tagged “quiet

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.


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Come To Realize


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In What Life


May I choose

to forsaken the loss

a mystique perhaps

in moonlit serenade

yet standing now

breathless

without –

rather when

a gasp

were a shared reckoning.

I stand alone

wanting only

peace in solace

beyond the silence

the quiet …

 


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


Certain Quiet


There are certain quiet

the touching eulogy

in pause

a responsive memory

with cause

some avenue of chance

might free the mind

a glance

then afterward

a certain quiet

remind perhaps,

that simple reason

does give solace

when being together

means the passing moon.


In This Moment


I settle in to a memory,

it holds faith,

for all the quiet reflection,

when eyes would look far ahead,

see a sunrise within the rains,

those were the moments,

while she would caress my soul,

I might find her smile,

the sweetest reflection of love.

 

There is a sometime pause,

when we suddenly become

silent in our awareness,

we find measure,

we choose decisive choice,

in an effort to recognize

her elegance,

I chose to fall into visible arms.

 

Today, when eyes met,

there was this eternal peace,

we knew,

she knows,

I believe,

and together our lives,

will hold onto these rare times,

when love,

can speak in actual terms.


A Silent Reckoning


Absolute stillness, a quiet,

has its own foreboding feel,

footsteps of an animal,

ever soft, nearby,

curious,

eyes will look, though concern,

only for affection.

 

Back to silence,

ticking in the distance,

soft notification,

an eternal reminder

how quickly august has arrived.

A person might smell the fear,

the unknown,

a wonder of purpose.

 

If there were a music,

to bring me somewhere,

I would choose its tantric

melody

to hide this anxiety,

though it is the will of the mind,

a trapping of this questionable

sanity.

 

Is it all artificial,

this world we live in,

everything man-made

without suggestion

of miracle,

divine intervention,

a thorough timeliness,

to a clear definition.

 

I wonder out loud,

a heavy gasp,

air traffic overhead,

I realize now just why,

sitting in the comfort of my home,

the restlessness does continue,

without offering a solution,

only further reason to …

sigh.