Hush (You See Nothing…)

What is this hush and its layered textures?

Humbling sounds of walking alone folding unto themselves to reveal the deepest need to understand… and with not a moments rest, we continue on…

Journeys through what seems like endless days and eternal nights with no knowledge of when all of this began nor possess the image of when it will come to an end…

In the between we can see:

The times smiles graced our faces and those when we cried where the tears tanned our cheeks…

Moments when he had the courage to love and those where are broken hearts built walls around themselves so not to be hurt once more…

Which lead to the most intimate junctures of solitude… and those gnashing feelings of guilt for wanting to be alone, but not without those feelings of wanting to be…

We see the past and make it present and give these gifts to ourselves…

Yet we cannot see everything… our gifts are imperfect…

But if you are reading this, then you can see… which means you can breathe… which means you are alive…

That hushed silence… is the calming of the soul…

When you have no answers but peace has become you… your mind is drawn blank, but your heart is full…

Be faithful that you are being watched every step of your way…

Relief (Moment to Yourself)

No cause for a sigh…

Instead take a deep breath and let your sigh become silence…

place your hand on your chest and feel your heart beat…

See all around you that beats because you are alive… feel the embrace of love…

Close your eyes and enter your peace…

You just created that space…

Say Nothing (Say Everything)

Through yonder window breaks a mixture of moonbeams and streetlight…

The chill in the evening air freezes my thoughts and I am uncertain of what to say…

Yet no obstacles exist t hat would hinder me from reaching across the sofa with my gaze to touch you before my hands reach out and do the same…

Still I sit looking at you locked in perpetual exchange of unspoken emotion… and haven’t the faintest clue what you are not saying, but it means the world to me all the same…

Roaring silence of not saying the right thing…  broken by opening the of hearts and speaking the words they conduct…

For they always seem to know exactly what they want, need… desire and are unafraid to say so…

Speak low…

Mementos (Time Capsule)

The charm of any keepsake is the closeness that it bears to the heart…

Lockets containing pictures with messages enscribed on the back proclaiming love and dedication… get passed along and tell a story to be passed along… and its been way past a long time for you to begin one of your own… 

It’s in your eyes past what everyone can see… the beginning of something beautiful… the warm beginning of a record releasing the crackles of a kindling fire in which you dance to your favorite song, you relax at the end of your day and even if playing in the background…

its still there… and at the end you turn it over and listen even deeper until you have to do so again… and again… and again…

a joy to hear… you are listening… to pages turning in photo albums of things that happened and will happen… they draw you into remembrance… take hold of the present and make you gaze at your love becoming lost in the future…

What is within us that although as old as time itself always tastes so sweet, as warm as something new, a story … a song that no matter how many times you’ve heard it… never gets old…ageless… timeless… antique… vintage… love.

Sunday (Post Saturday Night)

A simple sunrise is far from just that…

It is a humbling beauty that begs to be seen…

Yet my preference is in keeping the curtains drawn, leaving the new day unseen but not unknown…

Having spent an evening with your world at my fingertips, the desire to pull night past daybreak and letting it linger into the afternoon…

What happened? I ask myself with a tremble trying to keep nimble with every thought so as not to sever the connection that can lead me to return to the center of your universe…

It’s 8a.m. and Monday is twenty-four hours away…

Breathless (Connections)

Alone…?

Gather your thoughts in silence and let them become you and you them…

Be at peace as the heart pumps blood throughout… completing the circulatory system…

We live completely unaware that we are doing so… taking for granted the moments that make our lives worth the breath we lose in the eyes of another… so much so that at times we dead our waking moments to numb the pain of unforeseen futures where the happiness experienced is but a fragment in time…

Conjuring emotions and left without the love that is possible within those seconds that if allowed into the heart can evoke a lifetime of pleasure…

Should you lose your breath I will catch it and resuscitate with that of my own that I am willing to part with to become whole…

When I am alone with my thoughts I am far from you in the flesh but my heart knows better and connects in such a way that your presence is within me…

Transitions (Good Morning)

Let breath fall upon my skin during the part of night that is fighting to become day, as you maneuver gracefully in sleep to fit with precision into my tangled body…

Hear the ruffles of blankets that crush softly into the silence of the night and envision parachutes attached to my body as I come closer to being fully awake…

The room becomes filled with the fading light of jazz cafes closing for the morning and the last pours of spirits far from ending, I dig it…

The descent passes from fully awake to awareness as you dance through my embrace in small wiggles accompanied by nearly inaudible moans…

Driving me wild with passion I am your passenger… yet there we lay… still… our souls intertwined… to lay beside you is my favorite time of day…