But I can sit and dream a while
about her and her perfect smile
Yes I can be in my dreams
and watch her dance
between moonbeams
Her golden silken hair all free
as she comes
and walks by me
I see her smile
and laugh along
and listen as she
sings her song
No one can
compete for her
forever there
A part of me until I die
seen by my third eye

My heart is at the bottom of the ocean
Set in motion by the moon
Brought to surface by the wind and tide
Exposed to the sun where it can't hide.

All these feelings of love I have for you But the water is blue...
Because I search the horizon for you
For some spot of land or a sail or a view of  
anything that will bring me closer to you.

So I look to the sky and scream the question "why?"
Why can't be with you?
A gull screams back and I hear a frigate screech,
I know them you're within reach!

My heart floats with hope on top of a swell
Can you hear my voice in a lonely seashell?
Or on the wind when heaven is calm?
Or in the rustle of a crying palm?

Because I long to be loving you...
What can my heart do?

I guess keep searching for you
As I drift gently on a wave
Of a memory of you.

I've donated world
For the sake of my Lord's smile
Else nothing worthwhile

In lonely moments
I stroll the waning memories
when love pure smiled blissfully
deep within a fawning heart

a wistful melody arises untainted
like a steaming enslaved passion
                         breathlessly released
                              unrestrained,..

         ­                          evident
                    as the pressed and dried flowers
          cuddled between life's ardent petaled pages,
                         bookmarks of the heart

                         traces of the wild bouquets
                         that often soothingly caress’d
                         the energizing tingles  
                         inflaming a tantalizing touch

                         the yearning  empty voids
                         feverishly undressed,
                         traced in the hidden sands
                         of unexplored oceans..
                        
                         though time and distance
make the bereft heart grow helplessly fonder,
memories fade softly as the summer breeze befalls,
  
                         as gentle feather’d touch
                         the evanescent sunset afterglow
                         where the earth and sky align
                         the dimming of the day

         loving can heal
the poet’s bleeding words,
loving can mend your soul ―

                         the perennial dawning of an
                         unpromised new day
                         will someday come again

        bequeathed like the bluebird’s mirthful song
to bring forth nascent wild flowers’ blossoming petals
              flourishing in the meadow of my heart


                 *Someone you used to know

Very aggressive birds
even with their own partners
The evil squawk
reminds me of witches and death
They are constantly chasing
small birds away
They fight for position
whilst trying to bathe
in the fountain
They fight for scraps of food
lying around