Here as I sit
At this empty café
Thinking of you
I remember
All those moments
Lost in wonder
That we'll never
Find again
Though the world
Is my oyster
It's only a shell
Full of memories
And here by the Seine
Notre-Dame casts
A long lonely shadow

Now, only sorrow
No tomorrow
There's no today for us
Nothing is there
For us to share
But yesterday

These cities may change
But there always remains
My obsession
Through silken waters
My gondola glides
And the bridge, it sighs

I remember
All those moments
Lost in wonder
That we'll never
Find again
There's no more time for us
Nothing is there
For us to share
But yesterdays

Ecce momenta
Illa mirabilia
Quae captabit
In aeternum
Memor
Modo dolores
Sunt in dies
Non est reliquum
Vero tantum
Comminicamus
Perdita

Tous ces moments
Perdus dans l'enchantement
Qui ne reviendront jamais
Pas d´aujourd´hui pour nous
Pour nous il n´y a rien
A partager
Sauf le passé

Tous ces moments
Perdus dans l'enchantement
Qui ne reviendront
Jamais

I make shadows with my hands:
some birds, Nixon,
a spider on the wall, a barking dog.
I make shadows
with my hands — momenta,
false tales of you sitting flat
by the harbor, the ease of your legs
dangled beneath a pier. And I make water
in the shadow, some creases on your feet
and you laugh. I made you laugh.
These hands, disrupting sunlight,
know only the loss of you, your neck
and the fictions of some other tide.

God,
I ask of you beggingly,
That if there ever shall
Come a moment of this
Life of mine’s when
It abruptly ends before
Its goal,
Its soar,
Before it’s vocation is greeted
Properly in passion at
The finish line...

Please, let Me
Somehow linger,
Endure,
As inspiration,
Wind of embracing
Freedom, for all those
Who would still need Me.
May I accomplish my
Mission this way,
In the words/feelings/acts
They don’t apprehend,
For I am those.
Let me guard them,
Behold and
Last in their eyes
Or words
Love
The legacy I'll leave.
Let me come as seeds
Of greatness, planted
On this Earth (in)directly.

One of my last future momenta

In my moment of darkness I see the light shine
She showed me her heart and the happiness it brings me
I still feel the love she has given me
I see a glimpse of her soul which touched mine on a level never felt before
Two souls intertwined but untangled through this journey of life so shorr
In the darkness I always see her face clearly
With her ***** blonde hair
Her glowing bright blue wyes
Her glistening pink oh so kissable lips
I feel the soft touch of her hands as she runs  them across my chest in momenta of bliss where she tells me she loves my soft skin
Time was not on my side.  
Our love so strong,  confusing the love of my life
My love was to bring her happiness  she had never felt
My love was to bring her joy in which she never seen
My love was to nurture and care for her like she never knew
I feel as if she was to be my wife
She is the woman my dreams are made of
The woman to grow old with

The woman I will always want by my side

She tells me she is lost in her heart
Confused in her head
She needs sometime to find her the right answers for her

I willingly step back for her because my love still so strong

She says she understands if I hate her,  but I cant

The joy she has brought
The love I know she still has for me is unmatched in my soul

What comes easy won't last
What last won't come easy
You must fight for what you want or regret it for a lifetime.
I will give her time but I will fight for what I know is right
I know we were meant to be
I will fight to make sure she knows I will give her space but I can never walk away

So I will wait for her to find herself and her peace
I can't stand by ideally and let her drift away

Everything happens for a reason
Everything happens on it own time

I feel this hapoened so she would know and feel there is no love as strong as mine
There is no one who will cherish her the way I do
There is no one who will spend their life devoting it to our love as me
In love lost,  love can be found
What is worth having is worth fighting for
In this time of turmoil of my father's life he gives me advice
No judgement
No expectations
No demands
My father's advice has always lead me through life and brought me through the toughest time I have had

He tells me to sit back and
listen to your heart
Speak with your mind
And always follow your gut
Your gut will always be honest and lead you to where you should be

In his continued conversation he tells me
To grab a pen and let it flow
Your gut will take over and tell you where to be and where to go
Never let anyone lead you on a path not meant to be
No one will understand what you need...


So I did...

My gut brings me here knowing where I should be
Understanding time and space
Knowing I should fight for what I feel is right....
SHE is right...
WE are right..
WE ARE MEANT TO BE..

so I give her needed time, continuing to show my love
Understanding her needs

Never letting her forget or lose our love

Hoping I will one day be enough to make her my wife

My forever

My always.

visually delicious as  germane strudels
the following cooked years ago
courtesy me noggin awash with noodles.

Yours truly crafted remaining poem
around 27th July 2018
idea arose within me cerebral dome.

...As poetic theme came to mind
     in a Serge without a waiver
thus, I took a virtual Page
     from Google LLC to slaver
with little effort
     in an acceptable
     rhyming rant and raver
about said American

     multinational technology company
     that rode dot com bubble,
     where other startups did quaver
specializing in Internet-
     related services and products

     rolled out amidst
     much fanfare palaver
though odd, how such an obvious
     idea hit me like figurative brick
over thine noggin

     upon instantaneously espying
     Lyudmila Vladimirovna Rudenko
     Soviet chess player, and second
     women's world chess champion,
     from 1950 until 1953
     when bitta bing bitta
     chitty chitty bang bang
     that eureka momenta did click

mental wheels and cogs
     as if...an oil derrick
hit a mother lode, thence subsequently
     inducing automatic flick
     as latest feted persona grata
     gets done up in bold face and/or Italic,
nonetheless a commendable
     spontaneous fantastic burst

     of inspirational magic
commensurate with mine
     modest prolific quixotic
of course, I WON'T applaud
     idea de jure as terrific
and puzzle over, how such "a ha"
brilliant idea did not occur to this -

     Ok la home ma sooner
     ushering world wide
    webbed ******* "FAKE"brouhaha
sooner to the mind
     of this humble ****
Louie, who admittedly
     feels tidy bowl flush with
     goo goo Lady gaga

(tony the TIGER FEELING great,
     a mild euphoria if gifted
     as lottery winner)
over the top smugness -
     unaware of jeering ha ha ha
within dark internet arena,
     where the much maligned,
     loathed, and feared Jaw

bar wall key (jabberwocky)
     dwells ready to pounce
     outsize egos hated
     like an incorrigible outlaw
hmm...perhaps cognizant

     ex post facto, I set
     a deadly faux paw
forever remembered as
     ornery oaf forced to eat raw
bits (hexadecimal at that!)
****** in via last turkey in straw
     that broke the camel's back.