searching
a million tomorrows
for yesterday’s joy.
lost between
wish and
regret.
today’s laughter rings hollow
against the surety
of what could be.
of what would be,
if the Universe
would only obey me.
searching
a million tomorrows
for yesterday’s joy.
lost between
wish and
regret.
today’s laughter rings hollow
against the surety
of what could be.
of what would be,
if the Universe
would only obey me.
the love I bear
for me
collapses the farther I
stray from thee.
i am lost
and forgotten
when not revelling
inspired,
in the blissful
pleasure of your light.
but when i falter
my flame sputters,
and i seek
the lukewarm
and familiar:
arousals
of love
& affection.
but my spark
yearns
to again burn,
bright
and hot,
in the crucible of our
combined blaze.
return to me,
and let us
scorch the naive
with wickedness.
tickling
lost
souls
with magic
and wonder,
and hope.
I try
to forget that kiss
that never slipped
your waiting
mouth.
or that ecstatic night of
electric delight
that never was.
I hope
to let slip
from my memories
sweet summer days
strolling hand-in-hand
indulgent
and happy…
such wonderful days
which never came to pass.
the dream of you
is real,
and every day is
but passing time
until such dreams come true.
dedication
and devotion
eternal
lead you closer.
fear not the passing
of days
or friends, for
You
spring
eternal.
moss laden forests
hide wanderer
memories
and lovers’ stolen
moments.
lost in that realm
of dream and wonder,
we dance
under an
eternal moon rise.
then kneel before
our fires divine.
as this day,
hallowed
and
ephemeral,
slips
noiselessly through
the veil of time
under
rotting twigs
and lazy newts
fears and hopes
slide down
and
away
in a messy tangle
of putrid delight.
proud, strong,
and
alone,
you wait for the next storm.
i cannot escape
the pull
of you.
i always return
right here
to you.
my soul knows
only the truth
in you.
cashmere
wounds
and
diamond lies.
life fleeing
from the loss
of purpose.
desire burns
through
famished eyes.
retreat
may set
you
free.
heart
and hands and
eyes:
wide open and
seeking. and
hoping.
and praying.
pleading
for
peace
and
beauty.
but i know
the journey precedes
the return.
and
the road goes
on
and on,
and
ever on….
weary,
wicked,
and waiting,
let us,
you & I,
walk a ways,
together.
i gave
you
the keys
to my soul.
my heart was to follow.
but you took the bus.
and now I soar,
solo.