The Longing

As Summer's breeze
Cools into Fall
Like leaves from trees
Before me sprawled

And in my eyes
A tapestry
Both truth and lies
Wove maserfully



In each of these
You still reside
A presence felt
Still at my side

Where 'er you go
My heart goes too
Though distant paths
From those we knew

Throughout my years
Love, lovers and friends
Too well I know
This longing never ends



You get it.  I know you do.  Still...

Saying Goodbye; Saying Hello

Saying goodbye
It is tough when some things pass
As tear drops leave my eyes
And steal my will to laugh

I know that things work out
They always find a way
Choking back my doubt
Embrace the coming day

Saying hello
Rejoice in something new
Bask in dawn’s warm glow
This dear love is true

A new day has begun
And still within my heart
Though new songs must be sung
You have colored every part

 
A New Decade, never forgetting those things and people who have passed from us.  Remembering the joy we felt and even those things that did not go as planned; we survive and triumph.  I thank God for all that has touched me and made me who I am.

Blurred Realities

She walked into my life
And reality blurred
When my vision cleared
I beheld the most exquisite creature
God had ever created in her image
From that moment, I knew
I would never love another

She opened her mouth
And music stirred
When my ears could hear
A voice, just like a star
Choirs of angels stopped and listened too
Since that time, no sound
Could ever stir my heart

She said “I do not want you”
All my worst fears confirmed
When my pain eased
I held no grudge but had to leave
My strength failed
Should I have stayed, my desire
Would surely have driven her away

She touched my soul
Again reality blurred
When I awoke from that dream
I knew that I was better because of her
My soul longs to see, to hear, to be near
Still I know she is safe, secure and loved
I am at peace even in my solitude

She

It is for she
Who spoke the world into being
and breathed life into it's lungs

It is for she
who was expected to stay
and chose to find her own way

It is for she
who carried the immaculate hope of the world
bore and nurtured him
for our death and resurrection

It is for she
who sacrificed her dreams
and ensured our own

It is for she
who made us men
and with a word or glance emasculated us

It is for she
who has shown me all I desire
and may not have

It is for she
who is worthy of praise and scorn
that I offer these humble prose




Women, they are God's most beautiful and terrible creation. They bear the future in their womb and drive men into their tomb. All Praise the creator for their existence.

My Love

The taste of her consumes me
I hunger for and have yet never known it
The smell of her arouses my senses
She awakens every part of me

I dead inside void of inspiration
With one stoke of her hand
The tone of her voice
I am reborn a thousand times

The sight of her renews me
Hope, joy, redemption, and trust
Her almond eyes a treasure
She peers to the core of my soul

Broken and repressed no more
Freed by my own hands
Driven to be better
I can finally succeed

The sound of her fulfills me
Choirs of angles cannot compare
Enthrall I sit dumbfounded
She resonates through my bones

My love unrequited freely given
Happy knowing that I am understood
I can deny her nothing
She is my heart


Love. Can it be defined? Love has no restraint. It transcends conventional logic. It makes us redefine everything. It erases us and redraws us with new dimensions. Love is everything.

Tarry With Me a While

Tarry with me a while
Lay here in my arms
Grace me with a smile
Bless me with your charms

Sing to me a song
A tune in love’s refrain
Hold me close and long
Kiss my lips again

Offer little lies
Tomorrow you’ll depart
Look not into my eyes
And do not break my heart

Whisper in my ear
Fanning passion’s fire
Lover, draw me near
Awakening desire

Speak to me of love
If only for a time
As manna from above
Tell me that you’re mine

Dwell with me tonight
Stay here ‘till the dawn
And as your wings take flight
Let me not know you’ve gone

A classic trap, a willing quarry, a broken heart, the same old story. Sometimes we would rather believe a lie than see the truth. Letting go... there is a difficult proposition. In the end we are the only one's responsible for putting our foot in the snare.