the girl I dreamt of last night while awake
staring at the ceiling wondering what went wrong
searching answers in smoke-stained tile
I remember you
The woman who held my hand
who told me it was eternal when I said that nothing was
I could see it in your eyes; you believed.
I remember you
the one who wanted
the one who needed so much more, who needed to see.
the one who left me
I remember you
My girl even when you weren't
wanting me after so long
crying when I wouldnt believe. . .even after all this time
My girl though you are with another now.
Do you remember me?
A spirit saunters my way,
swaying hips whispering words no longer used
Forged in fire of honesty, she emerges
soft and sweet, honeysuckle sented
moving with less effort than a hummingbird
finding more joy in being that others do...
Oh but she does!
Resignation non-existant
Eyes of passion burn persistant
Zealot's conviction there in instant
No enemy here this time,
this time of excite and explore
Only desire and passion...passions soar
For you, all for you my restless angel,
to hold, to have, to cherish, to show the world
the optimism you hold so dear to your ever growing heart
A heart I found a small piece of, and garner for more
I wait in silfent shadow, the partner, wide eyed watching so long missed,
so long forgotten...
She made me lonely once more
Not the wasted time of dreams and escapes,
but the blessed longing and want of another within my world
I watch...I wait.
A spirit saunters my way. . . fired honesty in honeysuckle scent
Bending the boundaries of beauty, sleek legs, bound heart busting from her breast, taking me back to where I want to live; taking my heart from the abyss and placing it on a pedestal of purest gold, for the midas touch you have; whatver graces your heart becomes priceless, and a trail of wide eyed children you leave trailing in your wake, awed and slack-jawed wonder on thier faces for having gazed upon a waking dream. A man will live his life without knowing what I have been granted in but a quarter century of existance. twenty seven trifling years to hear what you bring to my life; a reason, a meaning, a song, a gull in flight with wings spread toward destination unknown, a flower bursting through a field of concrete, strong and filled with nature, a man in love... free falling on passion's pillows, filled with feather from angel's wings; your wings of gossamer gold.
A cloud hangs over the dazzling scene within your eyes.
Know that when I ponder beauty I see your visage, suspended in its rightful place amongst the stars.
Believe that when I dream of heaven, I hear your name whispered down from within the clouds.
Trust that when I think of music so sweet as to cause Mozart to brush the tear aside from his cheek, I know your voice has uttered those words that verify my soul:
-I love you-
