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.

I will never find the right words
to say just how I feel,
but this love that floods my heart
is a love no one could steal.

You’re the air that I breathe
my beloved sweetheart,
the light shining in my soul
the whole of my heart.

Your smile is breathtaking
a heart so loving and true,
my heart flips and skips
every time I hear you.

I’ll walk with you forever
giving all I have to give,
and promise to love you
beyond this life, I live.

Defining feelings in words
can sometimes be hard to do,
but I’ll always do my best
to show my love for you.
~