With her..

 

 

What is it like to be around you,

To spend more time in dreams awake,

Looking often for your glances few,

Wondering if the earth did indeed shake.

 

What is it like to walk by your side,

Lightly each moment to lose sweet sense

Your fragrance lilting a gentle chide,

A casual walk, in a moment - tense.

 

What is it like to hold your hand,

And blend at once with its feel warm,

Nature, this time did reprimand,

In a mortal, she outdid her own charm.

 

What is it like to sit by you for long,

And ignore the pace of passing time,

To sense exuberance, watching you on song-

Proud; as your head rests on mine.

 

…

Farewell love

 

 

I hate forever to bid you adieu,

Not right now, not like this;

Yet watch I must as paths anew

Call you toward greater bliss.

 

Two score days will I see you more,

And then your visage is all that’s left.

Your name will be one by the door,

The one I’ll look for; sad, bereft.

 

Its not sad that you would go;

For despite my insanity (some),

I did but always know

Someday this had to come.

 

Its the anguish instead I feel

Knowing I never told you all,

That what I am is every bit real,

Short, but love in no way small.

 

As you will move away this time

Your return is all I seek to find,

A fool, yes, worth every dime;

Till then will wait - my heart, my mind.

 

…

Stumble

I cannot write anymore,
Words are of no avail.
Silence knocks at my door,
A message; charm will prevail.

I fought it with weapons of reason,
With will, I stood my ground.
Yet to deny the real is sure treason,
Pure music in her every sound.

She stumbled on a chair today,
I pursed my lips, watching from afar.
Clenched fists as if to say,
Don’t make my Sun a falling star.

For it is morn to see her smile.
And peace to see her dance.
In every moment, we progress a mile,
Yet constant victims to chance.
…