Category Archives: love

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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…

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)

Sideways (Dreamer)

Posted on by under chicago, connection, dreams, heart, love, Poetry, time, traveling

I’ve been places, but don’t always necessarily understand the significance of all that surrounds upon arrival… and I’ve seen so many things….

Things that I long to return to see knowing that time is on my side but not always mine to give, but given to me at moments when my eyes are closed and what I wish to be before me is often clouded in darkness… even more so , I am alone…

It is during the presentation of this gift that leads me to wonder where you are in all of this… that I can wander such an expansive description of your very being just hoping to find you from uncharted moments in my life that crafted my heart so you’d be comfortable there…

The journey seems endless yet never useless… my feet and body do not fatigue because my spirit is compelled to see your face… and if failed to do so by the nights end, know that I drag my feet on purpose to leave you a map to find me in case you are doing the same…

Looking for me in a world only known to you, hoping for the day that the absence of you in a dream is crushed by the reality of you being only a foot away when I wake…

Enumerate

Posted on by under counting, love, poems, Poetry, time

Must time mock me?

Promising to heal my wounds by taking forever to pass…

A prisoner of my own thoughts, free to leave them behind if they were not of you and so treasured…

All of the little things done…

That were only you being yourself… I counted them one by one, placing them into my heart as if they were meant just for

me…

Unaware that each keepsake would forsake me and become the seconds counted down to the destruction of what love

we shared… In a space given that only had so much room, we broke laws of physics… we made love and experienced

its infinite possibilities…

Where does the time go?

How long will it take to remove each moment spent with you, without removing myself in the process?

I didn’t count on this…

Because I counted on you…

And if I were to list the ways in which I did, I would surely pass before I would be able to finish…

Because I loved you…