Having him by my side
                              makes me feel safe
                                      from all the dangers
                                 that i may come across
                                         during this walk in life.
                                                       With him by my side
                                                        i feel capable to walk
                                      these paths, life puts before me,
           i know that all steps
                   i walk by his side
                           will be worthy ones,
                                 they will be the right ones.
                    Because i feel his strength of love
                                                            ­               decency
                                                         ­           friendship
                                           ­                   honesty
                                                     faithfulness
                                 by the simple touch of his hand
                                       or
                                             by the light in his eyes
                                             when he looks at me.
             He helps me look to the future
             with a certainty
             that happiness is possible
             those obstacles
             we should never fear,
             there will always be obstacles
             always dark clouds and shadows
             but
             together, we will always find a way
             out of these difficulties
             we together will always find our light.
                     Because we together
                         will always keep our hearts
                              filled with this greater feeling
                                 called love!
                                        A love that means unity
                                                      harmo­ny
                                                companionship
                                                          and
                                                         faith
                                         in a life, we have chosen
                                                      toge­ther.
                                              For our hearts
                             are filled with a beauty
                        and
                    inflated with the confidence
               and hope
only a great love can bring.

It all started so long ago
that even time cannot recall
where or how it all began
and I was not there
but somehow in part I was
and you as well
though we don’t remember
in the traditional way of remembering
yet we can see in the ways
that leave our eyes blind
that we all were there
in some small
yet infinitely important way
a thread pulled from the nothing
that turned into everything
a spool of love unfurling in waves
of sound and dance
and life and death
and Vincent yellow stars
and pastel ballerina Degas
and time melting into pools of Dali
and sounds trapped
in in the silent world of Beethoven
and the drum beat of Kerouac
and the flowers of Baudelaire
and the drunk truth of Bukowski
and something lost
in the shape of memory
betrayed by what would become ego
was the simplicity of joy
before we had flesh to cover our bones
and bones to move our flesh
and our hearts where stars
that dreamt against the emptiness
in the space between what was
and what could be
and in the pulse of becoming
and into the flow of being
and with the birth of want and need
we gave ego sharp tooth and claw
and drew lines across the night
and dived eternities horizon
into heaven and hell
and pulled the gods and devils
from a hat that we found
upon a corpse that was once
a man made out of snow
from a land where winter
was not cold and bitter
but had a gently warmth
and easy fire that was calm and clean
and things of all sort knew
that the need to be loved
was no more or less important
than the need to love
for time was a waste of all
when absent of the art of love
and now what are we
if we are not allowed to dream endlessly
if we are not allowed to love infinitely
if we fail to live kindly
if we ever forget
the art of love
then the beginning may as well
have been the end

I find myself there
at night
in dreams
you there
asleep on that
****** couch
with seven cats
all around you.
Three dogs
nearby
all of you dreaming
sweetly.
i can watch
but
i can’t touch
i can smell
that familiar
scent
of soap
and Old Spice.
I can hear
you breathe
see your eyes
flickering
i can even
feel
the heat from
your body.
But
i can’t touch…
And that’s
ok, because
i’m there
by your side
i can feel
your love
for me
as i pour
my love
out to you
as you sleep
dreaming sweetly.

As want
   Of greedy eyes
Turn bold
     In view
Of  pristine
      Mountaintops

In sights
    Of  female
tender folds
In supple Petals
    Of a rose

As breaths
     Of impassioned
Lovers sighs
      As love should
Be immortalized

'Tis there go
      You and I
As wild as tame
       As the lion
And lamb

Stronger deeper
      Every day
To heights
       Of ecstasy
To dream

The dreams
      No man
 Has ever dreamed
      Before