It likes the quiet

Those silent moments of
Reflection

And then, as your mind stills
And idle, your hands become
It pounces!

It thrusts its icy fingers through my back
And tightens its grip around my heart
Then yanks backward
And down, down I fall
Into unending blackness
Bleakness
Lonliness


It likes the quiet

As the day grows long
And lonely
I dream of Love


I dream of a Perfect Kiss

And Delightful Dates

Leading to Wedding Bliss

Oh how I wait


How I wait
For my missing half
One to share
Life's sorrow and laughs


But while I wait for love

Love meant to be

I can't but think

Is she waiting for me?

I am a time traveler
Not really, but I might as well be
You see, my heart lives in the past
No more than a few decades ago
Yet it might as well be centuries
We have changed that much
Where today, can you find a woman
And a man
Who court each other?
Who spend time getting to know each other
Before making love?

When I say time I am talking months
Not weeks
Or days
Or even hours
Months where two strangers talk
Go on adventures
Watch movies, sports, and even theater
Until they are no longer strangers
Until they know each other
Until they love each other
And only then
Do they express that love

This is the time in which my heart lives
And I do not see it today
So how can I help but say
I am a time traveler

I told her I loved her
And her silence
Spoke louder than words