Follow my heart?
Or follow my head?
A brand new start?
Or emotionally dead?

A person of warmth has cast a spell,
Enchanting eyes, a captivating smile,
Take a chance? Or let it dwell?
The chance I've awaited for quite a while.

The pains of past, cloud my thought,
Fear of pain, fear of hurt,
Thoughts of her, my breath grows short,
But bygone failures, their doubts, exert.

Should I do this?  Should I do that?
Will I do right? Or Will I do wrong?
I'm sick of loneliness, and feeling flat,
Tight in her arms, I feel I belong.

It seems when we chat, I'm finally me,
No mask interferes with the person revealed,
But out in the open, is that meant to be?
Or am I just safer with the real me concealed?*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016

She wrote me
and my memory
cannot write her off.

Many are the memories
but too few are the memories
that I can still feel.

there's beauty in silence
except when
it echoes a void.

Let me paint a picture
With your body the canvas my tongue the brush
It will be a masterpiece
On these I'll never rush

Picasso or Rembrandt
will have nothing on me
Cause when we get together
I'll paint a tapestry

I'll sculpt a love out of clay
Made with hands of desire
And when it's done into the kiln it'll go
Stoked with passions fire

A poem I will write
As deep as oceans blue
It will be a tale of love
one about me and you

I would conduct a symphony
Music to your ears
I'll always be here to protect you
From your darkest fears

And when the angels come to take me home
When my time is through
I'll be the artist up in heaven
Painting in nothing but blue