We quickly felt our spinning world turn in silken patterns
As we quietly bid love enter into our door
Not for a rendezvous or sojourn
Always to here remain
Forevermore

Between those distant hills there lay a gentle rest
Held within a fragrant spray of radiant light
So perfectly and wholly blessed
By this love of ours
On this night

We found a stream of time wrapped in satin ribbons
Golden hours of forms and forces unknown
When we bid love our admission
Into the wide open door
Of our hearts' home

I love falling without expectations,
seeing yes in the garden of your eyes.
Being blinded
as if the earth moved
when we are sharing
the same sweet skies.

I love feeling as if I have been struck
clear to my soul.
When I run headlong into your arms and find
the half of me that is,
only with you, becomes whole.

I love the moments when I can sit very still
and get lost in the light of you.
The brilliancy of your heart
outshines any diamond  
in expressions of love’s hue.

I love how you roll into the air
as a whispered voice,
from lips confessing love reigns
inside your heart.  
The sound takes me places  
where my heart leaps to start.

I love waiting to relive  the treasure
of velvet minutes I hold of you
in my memory.
They are the sweetest interruptions
and I will embrace them
forever, lovingly.

I always knew that lightning
could split the sky
as the world stared calmly
at all that lies inside distraction.
That just a touch from the strongest hands
takes the breath away
from all that has been written
on the edges
of thoughts of satisfaction.

I have always felt the shadows of the night
even though they were hidden
from the innocence of my caring view.
They are just as bold in the morning
like silvery crystals flying
by sweet lovers
as glints fading into a powerless time
we once pursued.

Constant tears
have been inches apart
from the concern felt for foolish reasons,
when what is unknown is revealed.
Moreover, I have always known
that anguish is felt by beating hearts
when everything carried on their cufflinks
silently cries not to be real.

However, I did not know
that lightning is arranged
in wild waves we feel in our sleep,
as it does not strike disturbingly.
Nor, that the shadows of the night
can come unmasked
to trace its fingers as an exhale
across hearts with destinations
unknown to me.

I have never wanted anything more
In this life than I want you
But there is such a sweetness
That I want to keep so true

I want to sit and hold your hand
And look into your eyes
Nothing else in this world
Could make me more satisfied

I want to walk in the rain with you
We need never say a word
When our hearts speak
They speak as one
And everything is heard

No, I have never wanted anyone
The way that I want you
But my passion I will put aside
To keep from ever losing
This sweetness
That I've found with you

Sometimes the unseen embraces all I know
while my skin burns
from the tears of angels
falling continuously
as they face the darkness of voices
speaking within my heart.  
I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds  
that given precious time
could tear me apart.

I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run
and if anyone knows of  their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.  
And it seems
even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of  my life
come unglued.

Sheathed in a silken protection of blue
Shielded from new air
Hidden away from all that is true
Without a single care

Wrapped in shields of translucence  
Your vision is unclear
Unfair bias buys you peaceful silence
Yet is that not unfair?

You are softly encased in a warm cocoon
Secure from all chill
To others pain completely immune
Yet, you still think you feel

Come out from that silken sheath of blue
See reality crystal clear
If you cannot feel others pain it’s true
You are not really here

I want to see the thoughts
you breathe,
hear your words and collect them,
cradled in your honesty.
I could watch the beauty in your eyes
for eternity
without ever wishing
to walk away.  

You give me your hand
and I close my eyes,
hear the whisper of the sea
and I remember how my heart
has searched for one
such as you
knowing I have found my home.

My love,
the world could dance
on the shells of their falsehood
with words
written in beautiful calligraphy
and your words
would continue to run in my veins
like Morse code
tapping out who I am
to me.

You fill my hope chest with your spirit
lifting my head
from the table of where my mind wanders
when I forget
to stop and smell the roses along the way.
Your words
bring precious harmony
into play.

I look through the window of my heart
where you
have pressed your lips
on a photograph of your words
and I feel you as soft touches
on my soul.
 I collect them one by one
to remember,
until you again I hold.

It has kindled all by the force of its immeasurable depth
Leaving friendly feet lathered with foam
Never losing a single breath
On the sandy beaches
Where it roams

You can hear it speak in the sound of crashing joy
A thousand thoughts rushing your way
Endurance so alive and beautiful
In an accent understood
As displayed

A voice, which woos winged creatures to dip and dive
Bravely leave their mother’s side
Traces of murmurs of harm
All leave their hearts
As they glide

What wonderful treasures lie beneath this force I see
All those secrets vehemently call out to be heard
Time stands still in my fast running day
As I am charmed by this voice
Crashing out to me

I thrill at the hope of time never passing away again
To always, behold these sights and sounds
My friendly feet lathered in the foam
Of this immeasurable force
I have found

Take this restless spirit that I hold
So deep inside of me
Calm and soothe and make it rest
Teach me how to breathe

Slow my mind down from this pace
Enable me to see
That all this constant running
Steals my peace from me

Show me how to just be still
And listen for awhile
How to take a rest from everything
Sit quietly and smile

Take my wandering heart and make it still
Just long enough to find
What it seeks and needs the most
To gain some peace of mind

I sit here looking out at the rolling river like a child
On a moss covered stone
Knowing all the weeds in my garden
Are growing wild
Yet, I would rather sit here staring into space
Measuring endless time
All alone

Unspoken words and deeds continuously compound
As I sit here on this stone, quietly
Knowing that all the weeds in my garden
Make all my flowers frown
Still, I would rather sit here staring into space
Measuring endless time
Quite lazily

Duty bound, my mind reacts, tells me to go home
To stop wasting time sitting here  
On this moss covered stone
But the child in me does not care about the weeds
Growing wild in the garden
She still  wants to measure endless time
All alone

I hold to that which knew what was
Before this came to be
Seeking answers for what is
And what it has to be

I inquire of that which saw first
What was before it changed
Going backwards into time
It's all been prearranged

What will be has come to pass
And no one questions why
Seeking answers from the past
And time goes quickly by

Knowing less than before
I sought the answers true
Backwards forwards steps retraced
I seek it now from you

Moments full of thoughts
live inside
the spiderwebs running through my mind
they are colder than the brick
of my will.  
Like the gates of a carnival
never tell the answer
to their riddles
so my thoughts
walk.........
with no favor of you still.

Vast lengths of my attention
have been ringing through time
and unraveling
into problems with every second
passing by.
Yet,
the silence
I write across these pages
says more about how I feel
than you know
or care........
to recognize.
.
.
.
.

With my rose colored glasses
What a view I see
Everything is beautiful
Right in front of me

All I see is beauty
The truth they hide from me
I think I'll always wear them
So I'll never have to see

The truth can be so painful
But I hear it sets you free
But I'm not sure I want to know
So I keep them safe on me

Perhaps one day when I am stronger
And I want to see the truth
I will take them off and look
And see the real you

What could a rhyme redeem for the sunlight of your soul
Coming through in misty stirring rain
In the empty time and space, you cannot control
Running down the halls
Of your pain

Do you leave your broken phrases to float among spheres
Insistently flowing into that which makes you glad
Forming lessons you may not wish to hear
When the walls of your halls
Are painted sad

Just how high is the ceiling of your expectations
Does it exceed the flame of yonder sun
Will your eyes begin to glisten, when you cannot control
The halls of your life
As you run

There is a window in your hall, where sunlight softly streams
Into the promises, which you are able to redeem
If you will stop running down the halls
Of all you cannot control
Your soul, will feel the warmth
Of its beams

The wind blew on moonlit seas, bewitching the face of night
Breaking the heart of many shores along the way
Pitching and rolling each wave in his sight
While temptation had nothing to say

Sea nymphs cried out, “Do not look upon the blowing wind”
Preparing to sit in judgment upon our hearts
Yet how could we not let the magic begin
That held our night from the start

We struggled to fight a deep sleep, that suddenly came
In a hundred winds upon our blessed ship
Crying out to the night to remember our names
In the prayers whispered from our lips

For our forgiveness we begged the spellbound night
As the moon looked on so cold and pale
Yet the wind blew harder as we watched in fright
Our tranquil nights bewitching hell

Not one of all of us was saved, who looked upon the wind
Our broken hearts are found on every shore
Temptation had much to say in the end
As the night cried out for more

Winding roads envelop mornings
changing how I feel
as the sun rises
over half a million faces
all aglow.  
The air bears the scent of flowers
like those I have seen
within blue flames of truth
on the horizon of nothing more
than how your presence
seeks my attention
like falling snow.

I feel my pulse expanding
and I grow weak
as my skin glows soft
like poems
that have kissed the roses
around my thorns,
and my soul keeps the best of you
in my hands.  
My joy crashes
against  sands pure as thoughts
of the wildest forest
embracing its own lands.

Your voice finds me
with an understanding
that springs into my mind
making the ground I walk on
become a heaven
born of words.
I smile secretly, as if I  have begun
to read something
living inside a storm
rushing to be let in
and dancing on paper
to be heard.

Half a million faces
and all I see is yours,
telling me
I am the treasure you find
on those winding roads.
The air bears the scent of flowers
from fields
that continue to live
throughout the winter
warmed by blue flames of truth,
seeking my attention
like falling snow.

I see you in the distance shining like a star
Your beauty calls out to me
It beckons from afar
But what you are, my heart does not see

I am captured by your magical essence
Pulled in close to your flame
I forget everything that I value
When I hear you call my name

You offer to me gifts and treasures
They are of the rarest kind
All if I let you into my heart
And your bidding I do with my mind

You pull me into you closer
I am drawn like a moth to a flame
But your gifts will just tear down my spirit
And place marks upon my good name

The gifts that you offer I find
Break each and every one of His commandments
I will hold on to His gift of discernment
Now I see, and am no longer blind

Each time you turn and walk away
I find myself searching
for the sunny days
I know
once ran through my veins.  
Until I wish
I could dip my fingers
into the places
where your teeth bit into my heart
once again.

I think of all those conversations
where I believed
that every shadow
lying on the floor
made our lives exciting.  
Like an ocean of wine
one drinks within a dream
full of memories,
capturing all
we have been fighting.

Reality seems to lie inside
everything I forget
about loving you
when it blends inside my heart
then hides.
And I can't tell
what is black or white
each time you walk away
and leave me feeling
only........
gray inside.

I am willing to sink into the sound
of night’s changing secrets
where the world sees my breath
wipe away the tears mirroring its pain.
Smiles are caught on fire,
wooed by this poet,
but do not reflect the same.

Instead of playing under trees,
I allow everything to be swept away
by the winds
on the soft petals of a voice.
A voice that empties all its brilliance
into our sleep
comes to see our smiles rejoice.

Life is exhibited in dirt
from the bottom of my shoe
yet never utters a word.
Still, I will never wave goodbye
to thoughts that turn.
Does anyone ever really understand
the smiles a poet burns?

I welcome hands that hush the existence
of whispered memories
lighting candles dwelling in our minds.
If you knew what was on the line,
would you be willing to sink
into night’s sound
in kind?

I am taken aback by your vision strong
How you see what is true
You see every layer here
Is my soul that transparent to you?

To one who is accustomed
To having the eyes that truly see
How strange is this sensation
As you see inside of me

You see the depth that runs within
The love that pours right out
A free spirit that must create
You truly see what I'm about

Sometimes thoughts of my own
seem able to imprison my words,
break them in half and try and become
someone’s fantasies.
They cast sleeping inspiration upon my morning
with a murmur falling by the side
of my heart’s mysteries.

All of my problems glance easily
off different sides of stones
placed in the dust
I tend to keep beneath my feet.
My eyes see them come undone
until they are no longer fit
to sail with me
or drink from my cup
where all beauty is sweet.

Shamed by care Fear smiles and flutters
behind every forceful word heard
through the translucency it retains.
All of my confidence that has separated
then faces itself to meditate
on all that is brightly lit,
here to remain.

The ground does not pass judgment
same as a soldier leaps to exhibit nobleness
throughout this hemisphere
full of thinking men.
However, greed can leave you
half-empty and ill prepared
for thoughts that will imprison
your words like the wind.

I make headway over the side of dominion
ruling the air of darkness
where fairness becomes one
among the living.
I find I am passing over
what has become sand
within a waterfall,
falling from on high,
due to my misgivings.

I am aware that beneath the taste of a last appearance
the deepest thoughts
can cover those minutes we use.
However, little do we see,
time and time again,
sometimes we tear the best there is
within a man, right in two.

Look yonder at the graceful misty suggestions
Delivering  a gentle welcoming gain
Evanescent, yet so remarkably memorable
Infused with the kiss of rain

A fine gossamer glaze of crystalline blue
Creates a jubilant rhapsody
Vigorously dancing within the rushing embrace
Of the passion, known as the sea

Flawless perfection, delicately fragile as porcelain
Unfaltering, lines of exquisite detail
Quietly content the eye  of the beholder
On a stately sensational scale

There is splendid comfort in the quiet of the offing
As the cherished waves rush ashore
Appealing to all of our tender hearts and minds
Compelling the joyful need for more

Along the thoughts that step forward then quickly leave
I keep the questions I hold in secret asleep
Breathing within the vines of all my scattered hopes
Even when lightning strikes my field of vision
These questions, I secretly keep

When the day comes I will softly smile in anticipation
The gaze of my eyes will meet your own
I will no longer wait to wake the questions I keep
In full daylight out of secret they will climb
No longer in my thoughts alone

Sometimes I hear these questions simply fading away
Beneath the green grass under my feet
Pushed completely out of my mind’s field of vision
Until the truth in my heart awakes to hear
These questions again, repeat

The secrets of the night are in this breath of mine
They have come to quench your thirst
Can you see their gentle aching here defined
Caressed by love in a mist
Unrehearsed

Can you tame the shadows in this lovely mist
Drink the secret’s dew
It lies here infinitely my eyes insist
The spirit of our past
Waits anew

Listen to the harmony each breath holds within
As you taste the secrets of the night
Here together, our elsewhere is forgotten
The spirit of our future
Is in sight

The secrets of the night lie in our breath entwined
Caressing our souls unrehearsed
You can feel their gentle aching here defined
When you tame the shadows
Of your thirst

I cannot change the way things are
Alas my heart does sigh
No more than I can take the moon
From its place on high

That which I love brings so much pain
Of which I cannot express
The joy I feel in this pain
I cannot suppress

That which I love and holds my heart
Brings pain and joy the same
As I so love the joy it brings
I can overlook the pain

That which I love will never see this pain
When I look into his eyes
Just a smile to show my joy
And this pain disguise

Does my voice look at itself in the mirror
and see eyes lost in a desert
where butterflies
welcome one drop of rain,
or eyes that dance
inside a cup full of yesterdays
I cannot get back again?

Are there words my voice hears
that capture my heart
like music
and make me learn
my own path to walk,
existing inside of the joy
I find on a blank page
where my ink whispers to talk?

Could my voice be beautiful as a picture
painted inside a quiet heart
reaching out to be heard
time and time again
as if it walks seeking peace
inside of my every single word?

My voice looks at itself in the mirror
and sees that time is precious
in these eyes daring to look back
the same,
it picks up my pen
like a long lost friend
who never forgets my name.

My voice is not lost in a desert
bound eternally
to seek out the rain
nor does it dance
inside a cup full of yesterday.  
It sings across these blank pages
whispering
in the ink of my ways.

Our peaceful night sleeps soundly in a mesh of magic arrows
Awakens, looking into the seeking eyes of mankind
Feeling their great joy and bitter sadness flow
Into each breath
In kind

A delightful journey gleaming softly within a minute’s pause
Calmness laughing, lost inside a rolling tear
A gateway bursting with applause
Our peaceful night
Can sense
Our spirits here

Emblems alight and lie mirrored within the wakened night
Glory crowns the essence of our coming day
An outpouring of our feelings light
Night’s magic arrows
On their way

Mankind gazes in wonder at the splendor high above
Night wakens reaching out for their hands
Filling each soul with arrows of love
With each breath he breathes
And commands