she sees and watches
reflecting my history
stretching her vision

if could capture the setting sun
stop the day from being done
send it back where it begun
I could relive this time of fun

the sun arose late
admiring its reflection
in the lunar night

As I looked at you today,
I realize that I do not see you as a whole.
It’s as if I’m studying a mosaic.

Although I love you totally,
I really study you in segments
which I color-in with memories and perceptions.

Do I require the multitudinous eye of an insect
to fully capture your image?
Must I always encapsulate you in past and present feelings?

Then it dawned that this is the way
In which I see all of reality.
In this universe of mysteries, I’m always filling in.

We swim in a murky sea of ignorance
Where nothing is crystal clear.
We must always daub vision with our imagination.

We always combine our senses to augment
the imperfect images we see,
otherwise, all are smeared and tapered at the edges.

We've learned to live with this partial blindness,
like crawling creatures of the inky deep.

is your ***** in heat?
you talking to me *******?
no, ma’am, to your dog

I just love laughter
moments when pain’s forgotten
joy bubbles from soul

I must confess, I've always loved you from afar.
Obviously, not far enough.
No, seriously, I dream of you.
And that's the only way you'll ever sleep with me.