Watching you intently, the elegance of a sigh fleeting past your face
as thoughts are forming and reforming, cumulus clouds of your soul
before you ever utter a word

I wish to be the fertile ground that receives you

I strain to hear your heart
across the broken miles
for even when apart my mind
conjures up your smiles
I strain to let you know
Your voice is what I hear
in silence and in shadows
I always have you near

I strain to send my love into
the ether and the mist
So when you turn around and see
a sunbeam that has kissed
the puffy clouds up in the sky
it's really me you see
I strain to give you all my love
For All Eternity

Ohhh my God, the Highs, the Lows
this love is not what everyone knows
existing only in books, on film
A fantasy, but wait, it's real
A comedy?  A tragedy?  What is this thing
the tug and pull of you and me?
We die a thousand deaths apart
Together, we become one heart
we met, we love, emotions true
we greet each day, blind faith renewed
no turning back, and time, it slows
This thing called love, the Highs, the Lows

What a wondrous feeling, heat seeking missiles
colliding with no air between
our own emotional catalysis
legs entwined, breathing shallow, no return
Higher and higher we rise
Passion our fuel, desire in each others' eyes
Melded, we become as one
only known in that moment
as rays of dying embers burn on

It's nice paper, as far as paper goes
flat on the wall, showing signs of
Age, reflected wisdom, life passing
Silent witness to hopes, struggles, dreams, despair
Paper on the wall isn't real
Life, merely a shadow of potential
difference being how you've really lived
contradicting expectations
and the paper on the wall, framed

Normal conventions
bring to mind
a group of vanilla people milling about
in a plain boring room
Normal conventions
are so outside
the life between me and you
and feeling alive

Normal conventions
were something we chose
to walk away from
When we met each other
determined to taste and listen and dance
in a party of our own design
shattering conventional thought
emotions, raw, colorful, Alive

When is a secret not a secret?
gnawing away, silent like termites that
disintegrate the structure that holds it within
taking on a life of its own until
foundations turn to sawdust
crumbling, all is exposed
secret no more

elusive sleep oh how you mock me
letting me drift, that sense of peace
only to ****** dreams back from gently
soothing and calming me down
I wearily  pray for release

bone-weary, fuzzy headed
If only my bed could
provide the respite so close, yet so far
once more, let me go to sleep

I'm the governor of my daydream state
judiciously allowing thoughts of life with you to flow freely
no interference from laws of attraction
It's a blissful place to live

unbeknownst to passers-by
above on concrete, stone and steel
two lovers linger just below
hearts on fire, bodies still
while river's waters deep and fast
lay witness to the passion there
this place becomes forever cast
immortalized with souls laid bare
no traffic sounds, no waterfowl
no whispering wind through tender trees
disturb these two, in love's embrace
finding forever in their gaze