Couldn't say it's that I love you
just lust to see you smile
speak to you in only truth
& feel every moment for awhile.
Angelic little Devil - with -
imagination running wild.

A little glare of trouble
in your always glossy eyes
and the hint in your voice
when you're up to something sly
even how your lips twitch
when you try so hard to lie.

But there's no justice for this poem
because you'll never read a word
to think of you as reality
would truly be absurd
in the connections of my neurons
is where dreams create the lure
of perfection in your beauty
the way your aura glows
the sparkle in your iris
and that subtle upturned nose
that will never see the daylight
because my dreams are all you know.

Blindly I write these words
trying to find a rhythm
that can cure my head
of this verse infected syndrome.
No luck, only irritations
the syllables won't take shape
only rearrange themselves
and fall back into place.
The thought blurs a little
before the eye inside my mind
the contact lens of perception
creases & tears with time.

Can't seem to find the footing
that lets my pen walk on the white
teeter on the blue lines
and space the words just right.
Simple A B C B scheme
four lines before it's complete
stood up to the best of me
but still I can't compete .
Conception of a masterpiece
that will never have an end
only the idea of a finished product
that I've created with my pen.

pinned up to the darkness
the moon reflects the sun
guides the currents to their destinations
of where the Earth begins to run.
Back into the vastness of the ocean
and there's no such thing as end
only stories of the mystic creatures
that only seas could think to pen.

The stars that paint the landscape
twinkle, glisten, shine,
and all that live below them
can only look and pine.
Universally forever,
is the thoughtless-ness of being
we'd never know a single thing
without the hopelessness of dreaming