I sit and I wait, a paragon of pride--
Seeking to release the joy that sits alone.
A notion of importance that's on my side,
Smiling to itself when my own faults are shown.
Can we incite joy when we forget ourselves?
Because we emit this ray of hope and light
That struggles from the depths and, screaming out, delves
Back into the horror, praying for the sight
Of one. A single soul to ease what we need.
Soft hands caressing on a cool summer's eve;
A whispered word making me smile as I read;
Slightly clinging to me as I turn to leave.
We ask for so much in this world of mine.
Yet so little is needed to truly shine.

Does my poetry still hum with happiness flared?
A resonating joy that captures the heart.
Rapid revolutions and clarity paired
Within a perfectly disconcerting start.
But I rarely ponder the good and the well.
Instead, transmutations of the pain pour forth,
Preferring the brilliant fall than the swell.
Yet, a childlike giddiness provides warmth.
I can muster in the mire for a cause;
I am prone to capitalize on the pain.
But a burst of elation requires pause
To control this hope I can barely contain.
Ache and joy create the same amount of art,
But I'm ready for my share of the joyful part.

Who is that yet that does not ask the question?
What creates the soul within, what makes us yearn,
What transfers through without a single mention
Yet incessantly incites our heart to burn?
A willowy waver of the neck and head,
A vibration that travels the length of me,
And a mind enlightened by the words you said;
Yet I feel that your brilliance, you're blind to see.
So, I hope, only that I'm allowed to say
All that my voice can find the courage to speak.
I'll sit and dream about my life for today--
But tomorrow a new beginning I seek.
A key to find the piece to complete your whole:
A positive introspection of your soul.

Memories never die,
But feeling disappears.
Each waits in line to see the sign
That catapults the years.
Please, but worry not,
The love, it still presides
From the shaky start to the genuine heart
Within the tangled insides.

Yet we're older now,
Like butterflies, flit around,
Fly where they may but follow the wind's way--
Before they find the ground.
Let's take a deep breath.
Now smile, I'll smile too.
The girl is great, but the boy's been late--
But know that he still loves you.

Somber eyes stare past but disappointment stops.
Vision ceases when fate steps in, look up dear--
Here I am floating by where your head now drops
And here I am lifting your chin, lips so near.
I can't ask for gentle winds to stop blowing
Their burdens to destinations, up ahead.
Fate impedes for no man, not with us knowing
When we'll love, when we'll rise up, or be dead.
Allow happiness to permeate your soul.
Deviate from disgusting fear, oh my love.
You were created to come back to the whole,
Tonight gaze deep into the stars, up above.
Overcome the body, understand your mind.
Grip my hand as we watch the fate of the blind.

There are two versions of myself,
The one who tumbled from grace
And fell in love,
And the other to decline your
Voice and simply rise above.
But what version am I this day?
One who asks just where you been
Or the other contemplating the sin.
Yet I cannot ask with truthful intent
Because I know what's been lost,
What's been lent, and what just ain't.
So, I'll forge these whiskey dreams
Consisting of abstract colors framing
Resplendent screams and sorrows.
So, look away, batted lashes wafting
Fluttered vocal chords and **** blows,
Crafting with feelings turning cold.
Let's take back those old thoughts,
All tired and fraught with worry.
There are versions of myself,
The one who tumbled, the one who fell,
One that rose above, and one with worry.
But what version am I this day?
But what version, I do not know.

I shan't ask for what I know isn't mine.
One day's gentle whisper reminding me
Of that which can still tarnish all my shine--
Realization dawning on memory.
Spited silver-grey clouds hovering by,
Shadows of shade identifying all.
Your shape contrasts, illuminating my
Reasoning mind held gentle in your thrall.
So, this metamorphosis will take place.
A logical heart will cease to ponder,
I will no longer see life as a race,
My love lost soul will no longer wander.
Yet, I cannot help but ask a favor:
Return my love if ever you find her.