I think of her…
And the words flow from my fingers like the swollen rivers of Spring’s Winter thaw.
I see her image…
And my mind wonders in and out of passion and desire.
I speak to her…
And the weight of long past heartbreaks weigh my words unspeakable.
That who I am inside is what she sees despite my cautious way.
I toil hopeful…
That the walls around my heart will fall so that I can let her in.
Of the day I am no longer afraid to fall in love.
When I was born,
It is said the flowers bloomed and the rains washed away the past
And the days grew bright with joy.
When I was young,
It is said the rivers and oceans sprang to life
And endless days were celebrated in my honor.
When I grew old,
It was said the leaves fell from the trees like the tears of a broken heart
And the colors of the earth faded in to stories of my youth.
When I died,
It was said the land and seas froze with my last breath
And the sun grew darker in the days of my faded memory.
When they write of me it is the sum of me that tells the story true,
It is said my life brings hope when they speak of me and dream
And death nie eternal for I will be born anew.
Lost in her.
Make way passion.
A river of me flows in your arms.
I gazed in to a fire
It was burning in my heart
I stood upon the edge
It was the day I fell in love
I soared above the clouds
It was each night within your arms
I trembled cold and lost
It was the day we were no more
If the wind blows
Let it take my thoughts
If the rains come
Let them wash away my pain
If the sun sets
Let my visions fade
If time stops
Let it erase my memories of ever loving you
Memories spill into the palms of my hands
Whetted moments blackened by the liner on my eyes
A sunset on the beach
A Valentines day in the park
A first date over pizza and beer
Smeared and wiped on the sleeves of my life
I wander within my own thoughts
Stepping curiously through the faint echoes and storms
Freshly written places formed time and again from the realities in which I dwell
To linger too long is the introverted’s curse
Pieces of my memories scattered about in chaotic rank and file
Undone wishes airing about the recessed mental spaces
While my dreams vivid and searching battle to be realized
I sit awake in this place longing to feel the guiding hand of reality
Clashes with who that I am lay upon the littered spaces in my mind
A deeper bed of confusion and questions strewn to each side as I wander
The cold edge of doubt well within the distance I may fall
Confronting each step in my journey leading down worn and untraveled paths
Hours or maybe seconds spent in fleeting and brooding reflection
A decision made is another called in to question
Trepidation concealing the unlit trails I cross in hope
Markers of prior contemplation etched behind my eyes remembered
Back again on tired clouds of doubt
Back within the flowing rivers of creative satisfaction
Back and forth I go between the processes of my mind
Back as if I’d never gone from the circles I walk inside my head
No closer to the answers, the beginning or the end
When finally she came with whispers on her breath
The smell of fresh jasmine clinging to the hems of her simple dress
Her eyes caressing the silhouetted form at the edge of beds in color and green
Tall stands of lavender and sage pressing her along an inviting mossy path
Spring’s symphony directed in rows of weeping willow and apple blossom balconies
Slow and innocent approach her lover turns her head a shoulders view
The corner of her eyes filled with light struck on amber flowing locks
Her hand rises over her breast to rest gently shouldered and waiting
The other crossed under patiently brushing along her silken bathed side
A simple invitation of greeting eyes drawn closer along the path
Gracefully meeting front to back she strokes the waiting hand upon her shoulder
The fabric of their frocks dancing together in playful fragrant breezes
Pressed jasmine petals falling to their feet as embraced figures settle in
Arms wrap around like wisteria seeking home upon the lattice
Warm passion blossoms as her hands fall into her lover’s waiting arms
Carefully planted her cheek rests safely upon the welcome shoulder
Light painting wistful strokes over two a canvas blending to one
Encouraging wind brushing back golden hair exposed soft skin shivers
Her lips find way rising slowly over milky perfumed skin
A simply pierced attentive ear sparkles silver and white
A moments pause the symphony of spring yields in anticipation
She frees soft breath of words meant true and dear eternal
Only three, at the edge of the thoughtful garden