this naked groove
we held on
with our eyes
forever this moment
etched in truth
music plays quiet reminder
body and soul does yearn
a want to feel presence
yet silent recall
is his only calculate device.
woke to a familiar scene
long thrown hair danced
upon his chest in rest
she stretched alongside
skin upon skin
white linen shroud.
he does hold on to the vision
the ‘nook’ a descriptor
she gave him with sweet smile
her lips upon his
he does stir in his alone.
She is his truth.
Oh, to have those reckoning moments,
when it is clarity,
two people perhaps miles apart,
suddenly in a cyclone do find calm.
After the ground settles,
roots ripped out of vessels of life,
anyone in the path sometimes seems aside.
Focus does return to finding the peace,
a lovely sort of delightful knowing,
the partiality of love,
being central in the mind of two.
Yet our world does continue – always will
as will my desire to find reason to keep us still.
This world we create,
begun by sewn ideals,
blend together a desire,
and we all can appreciate,
we all might initiate,
everyone can learn to negotiate,
a simple love.
Inside a world there is forgiveness,
this ability to understand,
to move forward, let go,
perhaps teach the world around us
to allow our lives a freedom.
Dreams contain a story,
its one we all might recall,
each of us having a different tone,
yet the same,
that simple love
we all wish we might conceive,
in the blend of well known chaos.
I do love her,
I believe in a spirit,
an energy that is an attractive
reminder of a certain
it is her own,
a simple love.
When in the autumn the skies turn,
The hostility of an icy storm,
Looming in the distance, we know
Our lives are being addressed
We belong in the path of change
Yet we haven’t found where.
Perhaps we wish to be the fighter,
The one that does get away,
Changes the atmospheric tone of
Life in a different mind,
A different world than this one so kind,
We might rather a happenchance.
Do you remember the winter of 01,
When the world became as one,
Separated by the storms evil grin,
Weighing down our choices,
To survive the arctic wrath so toward,
We couldn’t possibly understand.
I recall a woman’s lovely face, such eyes
As warmed the frost on layered
Winds, to allow a life to feel as one,
The wonder of it all.
I remember when I could make her laugh,
And the skies were blue – so long.
If we do make a choice to love someone,
We have to know the reasons
Why the pain does always remind us why
The winds of change will come,
The skies their effervescent hue so true,
Will give the grey, a sweet eternal peace.
Oh I have tried,
I do love you with all my being,
and would sacrifice a world,
one filled with reputation and avarice,
for the soul that might challenge
a societal norm.
How often would I tell her
she completes the essence of my reason
to examine any notion in my mind.
How easily could I look in her eyes
and tell exactly what it was that mattered
to me in the moment.
It is always you,
all ways lead to your heart,
and it is me that breaks the path,
by locking onto selfish needs,
rather than the appreciation of just how
magical my life has become with you by my side.
Oh to vent a passion like ours,
would write volumes of beauty and grace,
carve into tree trunks, the solid hearts
that symbolize summers and hot spring days,
and impulsive scenarios where two people,
just allowed life to take them in its arms,
and kneel before the starlit sky,
a kiss, a smile, a gasp,
and it was then,
I knew I could know no other love.
When wanting hope,
to last, to settle in around the vacant stares,
those we own,
we scan a room with little fanfare,
our way of letting time pass beyond the norm,
it is indeed,
a crushing blow,
when hope becomes the reality of confusion.
Tonight, perhaps I recognize cynicism
to recognize a desire once felt,
seems out of reach,
beyond the norm,
the glass wall gives a perfect view
the lonely man,
wandering the open spaces,
wondering if ever there might be some
allows his life to become whole again.