Thoughts

Sometimes you get to thinking, and you might just realize something.  Not always profound, at least not to the rest of the world, but it makes sense in your little corner of the world.  Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's not necessarily bad, but it can help.  And every now and then you think to write it down.  I've had lots of thoughts, as those of you who know me can attest to, and I've written down a few.  I've decided to share a couple of them, maybe one day they'll matter in your corner of the world too.


 
 

Her

I look into her eyes and I see the stars, shining against the night
My heart swells, and my throat runs dry, the words get lost
I’ve got to find some way to show her, how I feel inside,
But every time I try, the words run dry,

I don’t know if she’s listening, I can only pray that she cares
I’ve been trying for so long, to tell her how I feel
That my world lights up when she walks by, but she doesn’t even realize
That I’m standing here, with my heart open wide, and my mouth isn’t in gear

I’ve watched her from afar, and learned her every move
I’ve held her when she was near, if only for her to cry
I touched her hand, and she passed by
I’ve felt so much, wanted to die, and still she doesn’t know

I’ve called her before, and been called
My face seemed to bring a smile, her face a glow
The words, rehearsed, flew through my mind
So perfect, so right, and always just in time

But my mouth, not for lack of want, would not agree
It seemed as though it turned on me
For every time the chance was clear, as  she drew near,
My words fled my heart, my voice was gone, and the chance evaporates

My feelings still grow, and she still doesn’t know
What would she say, if I could profess
That my love for her, was all this and more
Sometimes we must simply let go that limb and sink or soar

We chase it, we curse it, we laugh in its face,
We kill for it, and cry for it, we try to hold on
But what we don't seem to realize is it's out of our hands
For love is something hidden inside
And no one can say it is solely his
Examples abound, and not all can end glad
But there are those fine cases, where it has been had

He has it she doesn't, but she'll go along
And now in three years they'll both be alone
"It wasn't their fault, they weren't meant to be,"
But no one heeds their lesson, we stumble aimlessly
That may be the power held over thee, to not see what love lacks and chase incessantly

They have it, he doesn't, looking in from afar
But he's fooled into dreaming she loves him as well
He butts in, he pressures, and tempers do flare
He starts a reaction, with results beyond compare
Now he's dead, she's mad, and the other in chains
Be careful when chasing, try to maintain a grip on the reigns
And do keep in mind, that absolute love unreturned
May be the most painful thing ever found

He's got it, but different, it's not for anyone
It for an ideal, and a thing so much bigger than he
He travels and wonders if his is enough
To hold together an ideal built out of the dust
To help keep it going through all of this stuff
That's why he is there, with ammo to spare
So we can stay home and know it's alright
For love of his country, he's willing to fight
And whether he lives or ends up no more
For this love he's willing to war
He'll do all he can, and then do more
Please remember his love each time that you see
That piece of cloth flying, with bold colors three
Don't let his love be in vain, for he's out there still now
Remember his name

And then there's the love of things some call mundane,
A game, a staff with notes, or maybe a car
But each can reach deep into the heart
Those notes when performed cause a spirit to lift
And that game when played well, can mend ease cause rifts
Bring us together to watch the grand fight
With each having an opinion of which is wrong or right
These loves are unique, touching each as they may
I'll hold mine close, and share if you like
This "mundane" thing which has brightened my life

And then there's the one, that most fleeting and rare
When one whispers true, and nothing compares
Your heart not your own, someone else has the strings,
And all that they do is cause for you to sing
You long for them in dark and in light
And even when near, you can't get enough, not quite
You touch them, you smell them, you hold them and closely
For fear that something may cause it to cease
But knowing each moment is absolute peace
The words do no suffice for something so divine
And yet we must try to have it realized
That this love is the one for all time
Such wonder, such splendor, such sheer delight,
That you never want to say good night
On this love I'm waiting, I can't tell you more
Those feelings not freed yet, those wings yet to soar
Until it visits this heart, I'll only speculate
I'll keep those imaginings safe in my head

Of these things and more, love can encompass
And yet often enough we don't heed the lesson,
We trod on aimlessly, still searching for caring
Love is emotion, most amazing of all,
And yet we are careless, sometimes aiming to fall
This is my message, to one and to all
Love is the greatest, and sometimes deadliest of all
Before it gets too deep I hope you know it's true
And in the meantime, much love I give to you.


Imagined Time

Slowly the last tendril flickers across her cheek
Enveloping her with the softest touches of red and blue
I catch myself praying this is not a dream
That I'm not the lead in some magnificent fantasy
But that all before me might remain somehow permanent, always perfect
And as the light fails it steals my last chance to gaze on
This creature of beauty lying here far beyond any words known to me
I wonder how I came to be with her, and how she came to wish for me
Her touch saves me, her voice possesses me, and her love devours me.
If there is a God I beg that she may remain near me
To keep me within her glow, amongst her thoughts, amid her smiles
And as my eyes close the last thing my mind's eye sees
Is her beauty and depth reflecting love back at me.
As my eyes snap to focus in the pale new light my heart slows
It was only the most beautiful of dreams,
She exists elsewhere waiting to be found
Until my hand and hers are entwined, I pray she stays in my dreams
For within that sliver of imagined time I find
Something worth more than all the heartache felt each solitary dawn