Night silence is deafening,
In still of night when all creatures,
Have finished having their say,
No word or touch comes in any form,
Festering my mind, staining our hearts,

How little it would take, with moments to spare,
To fill emptiness a silent night brings,
Clock will tick-tock on never losing momentum,
Days run together as silence sustains,
No word or touch will come,

An endearing night becomes our enemy,
Gnawing away each day making all seem alike,
Warm sunshine tries it's best to hide,
A deafening silence each new day brings,
Without feeling tender moments of you.

Still lies midnight,
On emerald grass,
Where she lay,
She waits,
Her deep green eyes,
Like dazzled light beams,
Enraptured with visions,
Of he who intoxicates,
Unspeakable love does he have,
Absorbing her being,
Her scent sings as wind chimes,
Wrapped around,
His silent ink black cloak,
Feeding her body,
Clothed in white lace,
With waves of tender passion,
Not a single breath,
Can stand between them,
Engulfed in a moment,
Closer than ever touching,
His moist warm lips,
Melt unto her,
Upon their touch
She melts into him,
Caressing open hearts,
Touching their souls,
Kindred spirits,
In soft gentle seduction,
A pleasure bearer of passion.

I confess,
My dream’s desire,
Wanting your caress,
You to be my temptress,
Enchantress of heart,
My dream’s desire,
To give you no rest,
Having all of you, no less,
Your fingertips graze my lips,
Self-control you test,
My wanting you.

For a thousand years of weeks,
Through millions of thousands of miles,
After passing centuries of wind-blown dust,
Somewhere in a galaxy of stars,
Within outer reaches that all can see,
Beyond darkness, yet within light,
I shall always carry a vision of you,
Feel you part of me within my heart,
For you must know I do love you,
Feel you, breathe you, need you,
Feel you surround me tightly,
As we kiss then embrace warmly,
And here we are,
On the edge of our allotted time,
What to do,
What to say,
There is only,
I love you.

For as long as I live,
Whether it be an hour, or weeks of years,
I’ll remember friendship you give,
Of true soul-mate feelings,

Softness of your smile,
Tempered steel of your heart,
Your twinkling silver misty blue eyes,
You a disguised angel, thou art,

Thou our measured time be short or long,
There is a private place,
Waiting deep in my heart,
Where you can turn your face,

Through all our universe of space,
And millions of miles beyond,
Past dust of all time,
Your soul speaks to me.

Sitting,
Watching,
Street people passing,
Inside a dim lit coffee shop,
Neon blue sign blinking,
"Open",
Alone I am,
Wondering,
Have they been in here?
I am in here thinking,
Inhaling fresh coffee scent,
Which fills my lungs,
This is serenity enjoyed,
Peace brought to mind,
My escape from world cares,
Or boring senseless chores always to be done,
Staring into my empty cup on table in front,
A partially consumed memory of steaming coffee,
Looking through a dusty window,
Its Cold,
Dreary,
Now Winter,
Or Summer,
Sometimes spring,
Or mild fall,
Then a voice,
“Let me warm that up for you.”

Years have come then quickly gone,
Life has passed swiftly by,
Experiences forgotten,

Can my heart not feel?
With no feeling, there is no pain,
Where is this world headed?

Though not embarrassed to be human,
I want to escape away to a place,
One of beauty, passion, love and freedom,

Perhaps a soft long night with stars,
A place unlike my own existence,
Allowing myself to slowly drift out in space,

Being a free spirit wandering this life,
Without struggle or heartbreak,
Just to be a wander,

And escape from me.