hope this was'nt a charade
when you said hello to me today
as my smile reciprocates

our small talk was pleasing to me
hoping for a future repeat
but not yet ready to fall at your feet

the blueness of your eyes, tease my senses
as you try to find the weakness in my defenses
and I admire your assault, so relentless

but I am one who takes their time
my eyes wide open, and never blind
need to understand if you are my find

hope your honest, when these questions are posed
don't look at me and say I suppose
cause I,ll say good luck to you, and your sad woes

if the last word you said to me
is the first thought I have when I dream
may I awake with vigor and vitality
then the first word I utter in the morn
reminds me of the night before
could it be a life reborn

these words I pen are not for them
cause they can't contenplate or comprehend
let their voices sway and bend
be blown away in the bitter wind

as their faces cringe and be appalled
their arrows of displeasure harmlessly fall
you and I will stand tall
as we crumble down all the walls

then I say, let them build their pathetic lives
and with our love, walk quiet into the night

hello old friend, its nice to her from you again
so many days and years have come and gone
hope you found the place were you belong
and life continues on
as for me, I could lament, of all the time I spent
chasing dreams, searching for that meaning
while waiting for the answers now pending
and life continues on
these forks in the road are many
each time tantilizing your feelings
such roads are long and uncertain
may end as your final curtain
and life continues on
such are the thoughts of young love lost
such are the questions of matured thinking
so hello old friend, its good to hear from you again
hope you found the place were you belong
as life continues on

time is constant, yet can stand still, I'm told
so the seconds tick away, oh so slow
I am not who I was an hour ago
even if you think you know

so put away your judgement mind
listen to the facts, and you may find
that He will define all of mankind

and then I heard, it through the whispers of the wind
and imagined myself there
all the places I dreamed of appeared
a new life begins
I can now pull the hurting arrows from my heart
feed them to the fire
hear them reduced to ash,deposit them heretofore
no more doubt, step with pride, I am me, reborn

like flowing wine painted on the canvass
framed in perfect yellow hues of warmth
each red drop, pours love from our  hearts
each sip makes us giddy, and yet relieves
tranquilty sets in with a permenant smile
and each red drop we drink feel the warmth
of love within

amongst the backdrop of the setting sun
the warm breeze gently caress my face
tree branches reaching up, to wave goodnight

the clear dark night, gives way to the stars
spattered across with the wave of His hand
such spender is awe inspiring, silent thoughts

how far away you are from me, yet so close
you are the night gallery watching this play
a twinkle here, a twinkle there, a constant

exhaustion sets in, my eyes close to dream
in the morn the gallery is empty, twinkleless
till the night brings on act two