We quietly spoke under the light,
hushed voices on a hushed subject.
The sorting of hearts on a cool night,
One wanting to accept and still to reject.
Was it the time or even the place,
or maybe it was a little of both.
A sadden heart with a fading face,
the tears hasten in their growth.
Would be lovers now must be friends,
a slow realization to reality.
Truths cold harshness does not pretend,
he has a sense of loathing for his fealty.
They stand quietly together saying none,
yet the look on their faces speaks most loud.
Within him his heart begins to burn,
while his thoughts begin to cloud.
Another day in paradise
Stranger a fate have I ever seen,
to be lulled by emotion,
suppressed by thoughts.
Wanting to be embraced by her,
eagerly waiting to hear her voice,
ever wanting her gentle touch.
Expressing feelings and emotions,
confused and unsure of the answer,
crushed anticipation of a possible joy.
Reasons vague and incomplete,
feeling all, seeing through the words said,
pretended ignorance, saving a friendship.
Bordering between sanity and alcohol
I sit here.
Plexiglass illusion.
Smoky reality.
I drink, life abound.
Teardrop rolling down my glass.
I wait for the new day.
I look and see the mixed happiness before me.
I sit and wait for enjoyed company and hated accompaniment.
Stranger faith, non-believed beliefs.
The comet tail to freedom leading me into a starry night of dreams and illusion.
Following happy times of elixir concocted delusion.
Doves of Peace
Two souls in a endless dream,
visions of red flowers appear.
Objects stream past in blurs,
life in its illusions dash here and there.
Clouds of black race the day,
forward onward they fly.
Blind to destiny like bats at night,
together in a love never to deny.
Flights of the dove,
on a southward flight.
Traveling straight and true,
in a weathered gray night.
White ghosts in the heavens,
leading the lost and unwanted.
Forever traveling their endless route,
always strong in heart undaunted.
Glimpses of hope,
birds of peace.
Bringing time on the land,
carrying peace across the seas.
From the start of time,
moving into eternity as it would seem.
A possible hope in a probable past,
just two souls flying in an endless dream.
Love for a Lady
I sit and watch you,
electric halo.
Gently blue on a gentle face,
So close yet in the light so distant.
A beautiful woman?
Someone’s beautiful daughter?
No, a beautiful dream.
A love for a Lady,
gentle hands,
gentle fingers,
a gentle feeling that even now lingers.
A beautiful lady?
A beautiful person?
My beautiful dream.
Pools of Love
In a limpid pool of bluey deep,
within cold water my heart does sleep.
Waiting soon that one fine day,
someone will drain the water away.
Then upon my hearts release,
my endless drowning sorrow will cease.
To look upon the one I love,
a silvery angel from above.
Reaching out to a lost soul,
as fate strengthens its eternal hold.
Lost in starry eyes of bliss,
waiting for her gentle kiss.
To be embraced in loving arms,
to be enraptured in her charms.
Hearing words of care from her lips,
as fates cold hands release their grips.
Rescued from a damned fate,
given a chance a new clean slate.
One more hope another chance,
just one more try at romance.
Lest I slip beneath the wave,
then my broken love cannot be saved.
There then shall I keep,
a broken heart in waters deep.
