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Posted on by under beauty, chicago, love, poems, Poetry, time, writings

Time will pass…

Mere seconds into days that are to eventually become the years that go by into a destination unknown… during which I have become an admirer of you…

There is an art to you… that I have observed and chosen to keep inside of my heart.

For if memory serves me correctly… over time memories fade and should my mind decide to do so… should I only be able to keep one thought… it would be to remember to look into my heart and see you…

Not that my eyes will fail to see the woman before me… but in time… in your presence, I will have been granted the ability to see deeper into the source of what makes you so unique. The gift of being able to view the galaxy within you from the molded sand and clay used to form you…

Beautiful from the very moment of your creation… so there was no mistake that it is meant to be everlasting to the one that loves the sight of you.

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Posted on by under chicago, faith, heart, love, patience, peace, poems, Poetry, time, writings

Behind me yet at the forefront of my waking thoughts, there you are… And to think… there was a time when I searched for you…

A time when it seemed impossible to forget you… having to remind myself to forget you and not recall a single thing about you because there would be no answer…

You couldn’t be because you were never there in the first place… A body more beautiful than one could imagine... merely a figment of my emotions wanting for you to exist…

I stared into eyes that never looked back, while other eyes fell upon me only to see me looking into the distance, but at no one and at nothing…

all blind to the truth that I was waiting…

… and now you stand before me…

Darkness (an ode to you being away)

Posted on by under chicago, dreams, heart, intimacy, life, love, memories, night, poems, Poetry, writings

My closing eyes…

Remove me from the light outside… and as the darkness cradles me, give way for my whispers to romance my memories with images of you during your absence…

The vividness almost real enough to touch, though my hands do not reach out to grasp and instead find their way to my chest… Establishing a connection to my heart because that is where you are…

Such an intimate moment has no words, yet I wish you were near to see me try to form speech… But if you were my telling of how I miss you might not be as sweet… And the delicacy of you repeating those words may not sugar your lips that I will savor once in your presence…

So for now dreams will have to do… In the darkness… And I will wait for the day where my eyes fall upon you…

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Posted on by under chicago, life, poems, Poetry, time, traveling, writings

I’m not a time traveler
All things in the past are exactly where they were left…

Each having a unique thumb print on my life… I can feel their touch and remember them vividly as if they happened yesterday… 

Even though with some years have gone by, with closed eyes in the darkness I am there… If only but for a moment, I am there…

In a sea of memories that I would never trade, for in swimming their past my currents became stronger… They made me…

Here I now stand… Not bound by them but free of them… placing my hands into the future because I’ve already traveled my past and this waves are behind me.

Surrender

Posted on by under chicago, connection, heart, life, love, memories, poems, Poetry, writings

Time has passed and looking around… there is no physical trace of your presence.

Where the time has gone I often search for… tearing up every corner of my mind as if I have lost it…

Time…

Only it was never lost but willfully handed over because I spent it with you and it was worth it…

And now you are gone… neither I or you are in the same place any longer and the longer I sit and think of you, this place screams your name…

Yet it is only silence that echoes and that alone causes me to fight back tears…

And I miss you…

Yet I wouldn’t change the moment that I met you, so that this would never come to be…

Where I am… I have to question because no matter where I am, in truth I am hiding away in my heart looking out onto a world without you… Not having to even think of where you are because your memory is here with me…

And here I am… Just now listening to everything that you have ever said in the past… Speechless to respond because I should have listened then… And now you are too far away to hear me…

There is not a physical trace of you, but your essence is…

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Posted on by under chicago, heart, love, poems, Poetry, space, writings

If nothing but the measurement between two points… Distance is open to the appreciation of time…

And though from where I stand to where you are might very well be miles apart, you are so near to my heart…

And the only space between us is a coveted absence allowing me to grow fonder… Patiently awaiting the moment you arrive…

Because during the time I did not even know of your existence, I’ve missed you while walking roads less traveled for so long to find… When all that was required of me was to be still and await for the right time…

(WG1715)

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Posted on by under chicago, connection, heart, love, poems, Poetry

Blush and let me place a curse upon your lips that you may not speak what caused your skin to flush the color of bruised roses…

So that every time anyone sets eyes upon you they instantly see that you are in love and jealousy becomes of them… not to want you, but to desire to be the person who you are in connection with even when away…

So that when you gaze into your reflection all you see is your soul igniting over and over again for this man that did this to you… That will always do this to you….

The man that does not seek to be seen by you, but to reveal your love and revel in its ambrosia nectars…. Siphoning it into himself and expelling his love into you… It’s infinite cycle… He can’t hold onto his love and so he gives it to you and you in return gift your to him…

(NP1315)

Absolution (Capturing Angels)

Posted on by under chicago, poems, Poetry

What is this unfair advantage?

That I would write a million words to capture your soul,

only to deeply and truly understand that it will never fully

belong to me…

Yet you need say nor scribe a single word…

and in the very act of even imagining your look upon me,

you are able to extract vivid descriptions of how I see you

for your own keeping…

And my soul is not at rest…

wondering where you keep them because

the are a part of me…

And yes… knowing that they are with you

as they are intended to be…

comforts me to know they are in a good place…

But this place I for myself have not seen…

I dream of it… but east of where I lay,

a new day will soon begin and along with it, the vision fades from my memory…

and as level as my bed may rest,

the seventy-eight percent of me composed of water

brews storms of anxiety knowing that before I even open my eyes…

my morning will be spent alone…

I die a little… my heart… cries a little…

yet I am dehydrated… parched for your love

and you are not near… but it also doesn’t feel as if you are miles away…

So even knowing that your soul will never be mine…

with only a few words true from my heart…

for a moment I can touch it… steal a glimpse of it in the palest of lights

and in the midst of the darkest nights when I need it most…

cling to it until the dawn of a new day…

Because I was given a gift,

that allows me to do so all in the name of love,

until the day I am rendered speechless.

(122114NP)