Adolescence is for love
Unconditional and perpetual.
Mother's arms and lullabies,
Father's kisses preceding goodbyes.

Thunderstorms
And closet monsters.
The safety of parents' pillows
Like home.

Love discovered and love new,
Daisies and playground sand,
Notes passed from one hand
To the next.

Little heart
That drums and stutters
To beat
I love you.

On starry rooftop nights,
With us cautious adolescent lovers.
Backseat romance,
And radio's tune.

The belief persists
That there is only now.
The past is still then.
The future is soon.

I think you are beautiful.
Dawn-kissed river hair
Conceals porcelain visage.
Perfect lines,
Perfect angles,
Heart-shaped lips,
Golden rectangles.
Each laden with
Stoic apathy.
Only we know
Their secret fallacy:
Time.
Between us.
A year,
Feeling like a few.
Other lands tread upon by weary feet.
Your body shakes,
And my heart trembles, too.
Limpid pools of green-blue extravagance,
World withdrawn soul,
Spilling emotion,
And truth -
Fully.
I think you are beautiful.
-
And if love had any explanation
It would begin with your name.
I must have recited a thousand times
"You and I."
"I and you."
And love.
I love you.
Just like that,
In exactly that way.
Purposely
I suppose,
I left the feeling alone;
Doubtlessly fearful -
The two of us at home
With green-blue rivers of our own.
Mistakes we had made,
Truth unspoken,
What little we had gained,
From the things we had not shown.
I love you.
And already
I have more.

Brown eyes,
Soul as she
Trudges through
These Demi-Ichorous lagoons
Of romantic mire.

Suspened tear-shaped vessels
From which sorrow
Bares down on soul's
Amber gated soil;
And memory,
Upon memory,
Upon memory,
Entrenches her feet.

Time immobile,
Despite vague recollection
Of retrospection.
Rain in anguish endured,
Devoured by these russet shoals,
And yet still remains this marsh-like nostalgia.

Branchless wasteland,
A collection of Earthen mounds
In sienna hue -
Barren in sky's womb

But God save the oak tree!
Hope's ne'er forsaken pillar
Kept a constant distance
Absent the stronghold of grasp.

Some circle of brown-eyed hell
I suppose,
Keeps the satisfaction
Of soul's salvation
Just beyond reach.

Change,
I am no longer in need
Of your comfort.

I've found a stillness
In your tempest.
I've found a pathway
In your desert sand.

Cautious to be contented
Yet I feel the winds
Steadying the sails.
I feel the desert earth
Grow green beneath my feet.

Change,
I am no longer in need
Of your care.

I've found the sunrise
On calmer shores.
I've found an oak tree
On your tundra.

Cautious to be contented,
Yet I feel rays of gold
As fire in the darkness.
I've found an oasis
To replenish my soul.

Darling,
I am only in need
Of you.

I've found withering coals
In the furnace of my passions.
I've found diamonds
In-between.

Cautious to be contented,
Yet I've found joy
In the nearness of our future.
I've seen your likeness
In my dreams.

If only such places existed more than in the mind.
The gentle greetings
Of gods and men
The space between
Our golden archways
Above our golden moments in time
Worthy only of themselves
And the champions of their kind.
If only such places existed more than in the mind.

A feather
Of a feather
Aloft by chance;
Falling from Father Time's favor
As his footsteps
Leave history behind.

The ages of empires,
The scintilla of genius,
Are breaths of wind,
Flickering stars,
Far in the distance.

Alas,
Poor Yorick -
He never had a chance.

Melody
Surround me
Note upon note
Chord upon chord
In quixotic harmony

Imagine me
In company of divinity
Strumming the heart strings
Of the Lord I love
With my love
Lyric he'd sing
To tune of soul's design.

Sweet melody surround me!
Note upon heavenly note!
Chord upon celestial chord!
In quixotic harmony.