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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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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)

Epidemic (Listen before leaving)

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She whispers only to herself…

Inside her mind she queries her soul and to a fly on the wall nothing is heard…

There is only being able to witness the moments she dies a little and watch tears roll down her face… Completely incapable to hold her close, allowing a heartbeat alone to tell her cry out loud…

No one answers, so she feels that no one listens… and her pain becomes weight to bare…

Can’t fly away, for I’d plummet into the earth, cursed as a man with a heavy heart forced to walk amongst the sea of many with a broken heart… and now mine is too.

Wishes (The Waves)

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There was once a woman that wanted nothing more than to share her life with her other half… she was fine on her own, but the element of love supreme was her most coveted passion that she kept close to her heart. One day while walking along the lake she stopped and took in the scenery… the beauty of it all took her breath away amd drew tears of happiness. As a tear rolled down her cheek she whispered to herself  ‘the man of my dreams should also enjoy this… I never met him but I miss him’ and the tear dropped into the still lake. The ripples resonated for a bit and then seemed to fade away… on the opposite side of the pond a man was standing at the shoreline throwing rocks into the lake… on the last throw his wrist watch flew off into the water

“Dammit!”  he said and he began to wade into the cool waters. He searched around and found his watch but noticed that the water had a stronger current then usual. Before he knew it he was swept up in the waves that were not there before. When he awoke he was greeted by the woman that secretly wished for the man she loved. He asked not where he was but only her name… when she replied he grabbed her hand and together they looked at all that was around them and then he whispered ‘this is where I’m meant to be’

DaliVaro (Surreal)

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Choose to remember or try desperately to forget…

In between those two acts of living… I sleep, breathing in silence and exhaling my days… what is this persistence of memory? Dream a dream and by the light of morning the images will melt away, no matter the effort we attempt to grasp them…

They never happened or existed…

Try as I might to place myself in that time… only results in fanfares of distorted and often dim images of fantastic landscapes in warm colors…… and I am missing… because I was never there in the first place… just old photographs underwater beneath a bridge that stands between there… and my waking moments…

The breath of being apart from there brushes against the skin…

It whispers that fantasy is not far from reality…

To be a part of the night, not apart from it… while others are sleeping… exist with no exits… letting the soul dance to the Claire De Lune, become drunk on the intoxicating exchange of speech and let spirits free you from inhibitions…

That you have painted the town red many of times before, that on this night the color to remember will have nothing to do with the town nor the sounds of the streets… but from connection…

Be there with her… look into her eyes… realize that it is all happening… forget what you know…  let your imagination run wild… and should she ever ask what you remember about the night we met…

Boldly whisper… I will always remember you… it was a dream I shall not easily forget.