I see my old street…
I see how it shines.
Those days or red roses and proffered wine.
Moments in an adolescent’s grasp that withstand time.
Around the corner,
and up to the gates of Stone park.
chocolate covered fingerprints upon my heart.
She spoke of things I did not understand.
I stuck to the matters at hand.
Did I ever see her again?
No, and wishing would not make it so.
She touches me in ways I cannot avoid.
It isn’t in the stories…she’s told.
It is not in the wonder-lust or star-dust.
Not in the way she holds my demons near.
And, yet, years have passed…
that kiss never remains the same.
What a taunting challenge laid out before me…
lessons of masked chivalry.
Perhaps, the secret lay in…they loved each other well.
Perhaps, it is simply…she loves me well.
Between everything purposeful
Between the wishes for rain
Lies…a stockpile of liquid pain
Twisted ties of what remains
Careless love, who knew
It was never up to you
There is only so much you can do
Imagine a world vacant of stormy weather
had not two worlds met.
For not one of us…
is truly desperate
To wish away the ache
Clamor for forever fair weather
Would only tarry for lovers had known before
Tis, far better to have loved…carelessly
Than to have stood naked, heart in hand…
at a closed door
Today, I envisioned her for the first time…with older eyes.
As though I had been staring at the sun far too long.
Sight dusted by light…a slow fade to dusk.
Her smile…mild and pleasant like twilight on a warm summer’s day.
Gracing and caressing…gently strong.
When night falls, the darkness becomes my love…soft cotton flannel for the dim skies so long.