Echoes in the stairwell

The heart murmurs
quiet voices
Like echoes in a stairwell
To a yearning soul still trying to hold on,
forgotten yesterday's
unfulfilled tomorrow's.
Moments in a dream,
or dreams lived,
into a moment.
haunting proclamations
Seeming  to carom off the walls of my very insides ...
Like echoes in a stairwell
So real sometimes ,
I find myself  looking over my shoulder.
Or my heart seems to freeze ,
then explode
splashing the  " tinglies ,throughout my entire body.
The whisper of her name
stops me in my gait
The utterance of her voice
Just a figment of the mind
It captivates
It undulates
but its simply just not real
But in my mind ......
Like my soul
I hear them , and wish it were
Because I still hear them .....
like echoes,
Echoes  in the stairwell

She is
She is
She makes the evening sky into a garden of stars in a bed of black,
glistening with all the " I love you's" uttered from my lips as if echoed in a breeze from heaven, in the whisk of my thoughts of her that never seem to escape my mind.
She is my enchantment.
days with her are sunshine , and rainbows in the storm, 
Blinded by her affection I've learned to see things through my heart, and hear things in my soul.
As her very kiss brings animation to all their is around me.
I can see the weeping willow smile, and hear the thunder laugh.
Her eyes capture my tomorrow's dreams , and she is my forever.
She is my love .

Rain

Gentle kisses , like raindrops I shower her with my affection
The clouds close like window shades and block out the gaze of the sun,
The only light is the glistening in her eyes fueled by the burning desire we share together.
Our lips dipped in raindrops our own special nectar , so savory the taste , we can only devour.
Enveloped in the rain , enveloped in each other, saturated  in love,
The rain hypnotic , our vertical blanket as we make love with our mouths, stuck to one another,bodies being massaged by those liquid sheets ,unable to harness the passionate heat that nearing the critical mass of desire,the waiting explosion, that is undoubtably immanent
the catalyst , cocooned in the showers , locked in an embrace joined  in our kiss , lost in the moment, we " make out " in the rain !

Yesterday's Dreams

She rode in over the horizon on a chariot dipped in memories , and a horse named "Yesterday's Dreams".
On a wave wave of innocence
That formed a bridge out of the face of the clouds.
I look to her with the eyes of the young man that saw her first .
And for a moment , the sun , the moon , and the earth ,
Reverse .
To catch up with the decades old dream.
That seems to be rolling in over the horizon
And into the heart of a dreamer.

" resistance creates its own futality on tomorrow's that will never be "

Echoes in the stairwell

The heart murmurs
quiet voices
Like echoes in a stairwell
To a yearning soul still trying to hold on,
forgotten yesterday's
unfulfilled tomorrow's.
Moments in a dream,
or dreams lived,
into a moment.
haunting proclamations
Seeming  to carom off the walls of my very insides ...
Like echoes in a stairwell
So real sometimes ,
I find myself  looking over my shoulder.
Or my heart seems to freeze ,
then explode
splashing the  " tinglies ,throughout my entire body.
The whisper of her name
stops me in my gait
The utterance of her voice
Just a figment of the mind
It captivates
It undulates
but its simply just not real
But in my mind ......
Like my soul
I hear them , and wish it were
Because I still hear them .....
like echoes,
Echoes  in the stairwell