If we were to meet along a deserted and silent Avenue? What would be my due? If Love walked in with visions of secretive beauty... What would my heart assign me to do? As though, Love lay in the off shadows of midday. Languished with only a name's sake. Could I have the courage to … Continue reading With Love at the Table
How organic to yearn for love? Then stand in its light. Such as, searching for the sun five minutes after midnight. More often than not, we stand by the radiance of a full moon. As though love will never give will to confinement. Or, by what is assumed.
If I avoid her...the fist comes, tender, but...abrupt. How dare the game to ask me to explain? The fragility hangs loose on my lips. The danger invokes my boxed up mind. But no explanation will raise my spirits. Yet, in truth... No one else but me... Will ever fit. She Used to be Mine It's … Continue reading to Kiss a Rainbow
She has held on to the light... When I can no longer see the sun. My wife, my love, cares when none felt my need. I have no pride without her... By my side. As transparent as the slow dim dusk. My wife, my love, I would abandon the walls within. To be with you... … Continue reading Better Side
Time is not relevant when I am with you. As though, a morning's rush... Had taken both my shoes. Unusual or not... I tread so lightly on the air. Barefoot or not... I hold tightly to the image of your cares. ∞ And, the day... Never set anew without my recollections of you. ∞ So, … Continue reading Perceptions of You