will a man love me, like the willow loves the day
the way her branches cradle the setting sun in the evening sky
clinging to every memory that comes her way?

impulsive decisions brutally shaping life
a fading image of angels
time stops for one whole night
the memories could be fatal and
challenging to his future endeavors

if he wouldn't have kissed her
with words about magical presence
poetic bums forgetting about the present
separated by the northern winds

too afraid of losing each other to really hold on
she missed the night but
his hope never lessened
a love worth waiting for, it makes you patient

why waste time on anyone
when one day, to have a love that curious,
when getting to know someone isn't strenuous,
but entering her mind and all its cabinets
he recognized himself in the reflection of her green eyes

a simple story
timeless with regretful inevitabilities
no matter how destiny plays out
he will always wonder . . . . . . . .

what if?

lacking knowledge of what I am here for
being arrested at the foot of someone else's door

Shockingly bright skin
Black wrinkles and long flowing
Hair, and taking a
Purely unfailing grip on the
Window where I can't rest
I can't seem to be still
Nervous until
His fingers without nails
Eyes without depth
A touch as cold as his every breath
Reaches out to instill fear
Hopeful thoughts until he
Leaves you here