Some times
in times
those times
when all in mind
are but to dream
steadily through
toward ends
motioning for reverie
standing, dreamily basking
in euphoria-seeming bitterness
sweetly wrapped with words
screaming gently
a pain mixed with despair

To be seen
begging even then
for a moment
as one's fiery ambition
against the pinning, trapping, and confines
of what's real
searches for what's realer still
real even to me
realer than what was to be
than motions moving toward
all that was said to me

Why then in cursive
language wrought with meaning
dripping with flaws
poetic even to those
seeking another world
home again, even then
balanced when
steadied all over again
matched with thoughts in mind
freeing with chains subtlety
fraught with mind's wondering
sought toward
winds moving handily
through a wilderness
disconnects between
what's held in in time
with time serving another role again
motioning still
acceptance hinting toward will, free
seeking each time again
matched with euphony
a stated joy
peaceful, a nothingness without
what ends again
at the beginning
of what meant to be, then

In a moment
when all is left to dream
wondering even then
as toward bitterness
seeking forward
worlds sleigh waiting hearts

Beating another wondrous tune
another time at play
what when minds wander
leaving melodic
a majestic ringing
bountiful in the air
seated toward the end
what silence each night

A few words whispered sweetly
meant only for your ears
to inspire in you
what lies hidden
deeper within
behind burning desire
fiery, raging
seeping even through
each innocent gaze

It may not even be
known to you
the depths longing
yearns to replace
amidst flashing lights
life unfolding
with eyes wide open
as is seen
what's said to be
meant to be

How much more
what will it take
when will I have it
within my grasp
to show where darkness
leads a mind wandering
back to your sight
lasting just that time
weakening, each breath
breathe again
out, in
such life, but then
teasing dares motion toward
bitterness: the end

There are times
when in rhyme
it makes words
flow toward the bitterness
and in the end
when it's sang
what's to be praised
then left again
there stands
always..

And never again
will there be lack
for even in darkness
a better way
and even to say
as should be said
it all lingers about
teetering gently
teasing toward
the end

Only in minds
of mortal ones
seeking..

Find what they lack
as it wanes slowly through
toward the bitter end

How then can it be
what else is there
what more
and who does it settle
within
and where then
should it end
to begin again

Near then
the end is said
to be without finish
polished, traded for a better place
each, these days
lingers longing still
even in silence
ringing in the air
there, again

Oh, to be within
the confines of time
even this time
speaks to me
and in time
it's said
all that was to be
then again
the end

You're like a mystery: unique, special, and captivating,
like the beauty in passing of motionless trees.

The wonder of who you are is like a puzzle,
relentless in its desire to be unraveled.

Your essence makes me long
for those warm summer days in the park
filled with laughs, happiness, wine sipping,
and a gentle wind
quietly announcing itself
a part of what is certain to be
a timeless memory.

Idle talk over coffee simply won't do;
what about an afternoon picking strawberries,
as we see where the day goes
and discover more of who we are
together?