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.

Serene (You Are Loved)

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There are times to be remembered… that when your soul compels you to be present and most important of all… to become lost and alone with them…

Each moment that you were present… is where if anyone should be looking for you, it is there that they will find you…

Neither lost nor exactly alone…

Perhaps during a difficult time, where you are sitting across from your mother… you have no clue as to what to do, but something within her says that she should utter just how much you are loved…

It is only a memory, but in times of need you can remember it and practically not only hear but see the words cross over her lips and sink into your soul… calming your heart…

If one were to listen closely… they could hear your heartbeat and find you… they may travel a distance and possibly have been for some time… there may be debris of hurt and regrets, but be assured he will come…

And he will see you…

Looking into eyes much like your own… knowing that nothing short of the absence of life itself can cause you to part… you both shed years when you met… your heart was calm and something that your mother said to you, seems all that more familiar… she said it before times were rough…

You… living for much more than yourself, wondering if you can be seen in this place…

But when is it, that you haven’t been seen? Or better yet not heard?

No call for panic… steady yourself…

For even though clouds form and it begins to rain… the downpour of sadness from without you that strike the ground with its pitter patter pattern attempting to mask the beating of your heart… will not compare to the mirth that can flood your soul…

True your heart may have been beaten… but still it beats and rest assured it is heard… you are still here and the message of love sent to you came way before the first moment you cried out…

Now you listen to your heartbeat…

This is how you know… no matter what… you are always loved…

This is your moment to remember…

This is your peace…

(4LC)

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…

Journeys (A Question For You)

Soles walking on pavement trigger thoughts of roads traveled… the empty streets longing for their quiet to become disrupted…

If we were to stay indoors… our contribution to the poetry that could be written, might never be heard…

Possibly miss something go by, stealing the moment where I say something funny or off handed romantic…

Or a glance that with distraction is as fragile as glass and can become broken…

But we never fully reach an unbreakable gaze and that is burned into memory…

You can smell the sulfur every time you remember… kindled love…

Outside is limitless, but to do just look and see only plays into fear of never moving forward.

My promise is that I will be by your side…

So where do you want to go?

Beginning

The infinite depth of space and the fact that it is limitless draws me closer to you along with all possibilities that can be discovered should I decrease the distance…

So I reach out to touch you. My mind experiencing an explosion unlike anything I alone could imagine… … …

People speculate on how the world began and truly can’t comprehend the very nature of nature…. a bang that started something really beautiful and its primatily because seeing is believing…

I can see you… staring into your eyes and lost I can see you… the depth of your nebula and the spaces that were in your heart… the multitude of ways to love you… all in one touch… one look… how lucky am I to fit in each and every space…