ICQ me and tell me of your dreams,
Cover me with anticipation
sweep my breath away
and render me mute,
And only I will know.
ICQ me and tell me of your life,
Lead me through the choices
where darkness hides the cavern,
and I am sightless,
And only I will know.
ICQ me and tell me of your childhood,
Of prayers unanswered,
Golden sunlight flooding down
Unable to see through the light,
And only I will know.
ICQ me and tell me of your sadness,
Antiseptic love cold in its barrenness,
Freezes shut the warmth,
A raging river drowns the rocks.
And only I will know.
ICQ me and tell me of your joys,
Of balloons, carousels and fairs,
Dusty memory, forgotten decisions,
Covering the landscape.
And only I will know.
ICQ me and tell me of your fears,
No corner hidden between us,
Rumbling rolls like thunder,
Peals crashing a heavenly drum.
And only I will know.
ICQ me and tell me all,
What and why, you are so special.
Envelope wisps of mist and mystery,
Covering a lush valley and unseen mountains,
And only I will know.
Restlessness
I found myself glancing out often today,
wanting to pick up the phone to call,
my keyboard apathetic and cool,
a need to just talk with you again.
What compulsion has lead me to this fate,
To love and hold and then withdraw,
was it better to have loves forfeit
or not ever have a promise again.
Today was so inhospitable,
the iced chill of dismay and fear
ran full through the flow of my life
and I was isolated one more time.
Alone with my passions and dreams,
an unquenched appetite of longings,
unfulfilled, insatiable , never full
and now very detached and afraid.
Melancholy is never very pretty,
Its witness to the miscarriage found,
it halts, it destroys, it devours
Another encore consumed.
Yes our love was like a cut rose,
it bloomed and was vigorous,
yet it withered and faded away.
I will not forgive me either.
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you know me?
I'm I flesh and blood,
or electrons streaming by.
Do you love me?
Is it me ?or my image?
I'm I real to you,
or just a mirage.
Do you love me?
Are you really there?
Can you fill my dreams?
or just be air
Do you love me?
Can you meet my needs?
Can we laugh and joke,
and just be true ?
Do you love me?
Can you love me?
Can you love at all?
Are you real at all?
Do you love me?
To Know You Care
To know you care is the finest gift.
To be needed validates my life,
Allows continuance of my daily tasks,
without the burden of aloneness.
Living in this very moment and time,
I desire no one else but you,
to feel that strong reassurance,
that only you can give to me.
Replaced by the fullness of love,
All fears and cares have vanished.
Treading in soil where no tracks exist,
A fresh beginning and a tender heart awaits.
I had spent all my time seeking love,
when you where there all the time
just waiting for God to say,
Now, Its time to know you care.
I Will Find You
I will find you even as I discover me,
I will find your kindred spirit online,
I will search the rooms and remote corners,
to locate the goodness from your soul.
I will find you with a gentle touch,
to calm my fears and spark my interest.
I will find an existance of freedom
in your bonds of total commitment
I will find you with your passion and needs,
if I live forever, will it be long enough?
A calming life away from the winds,
that would divide and destroy our destiny.
I will find you with no expectations,
yet filled with endless possibility.
The contentment,a peace of our souls at rest,
finding comfort in each others heart.
I will open myself to you like a flower,
to enjoy each moment we share together.
I will find in you what I have sought,
I will find the gentle and the soft.
I will.
Timeless
Our love is timeless,
not rushed like morning coffee,
unhurried like a spring breeze
a love where time has its place.
Our love is timeless,
not hasty like a furtive kiss,
broad and full, majestic in its space
a granite reference point.
Our love is timeless.
But raging like the spring floods,
lingering like a perfumed note,
the sweetened fragrance of you.
Our love is timeless.
Not furious in its outburst,
subtle and shrewd in its elements,
incessant tides of tenderness.
Our love is timeless,
No frenzied clutches on each other,
Yet held immovably in place,
Steady as a surgeons hand.
Our love is timeless.
Who Did They Bury Yesterday
Across the morning coffee counter
I heard "who did they bury yesterday?"
In scenes concurrently in small towns
and bedroom communities, and the city,
this question is often asked.
Was it sickness, had it long?
Did they walk away or cling to life,
was it expected, is this not a fact.
That someday we will be the topic.
Didn't know him, sorry to hear that,
only the good die young, rotten bastard.
Had it coming, said it would kill them,
and someday came and it did.
Did they love someone, were they loved.
What was their deepest desire, and ardent fear.
At the end were they afraid, or eager.
Who did they bury yesterday?
Touch Typing
I've wondered if I would ever find you,
surveying the vastness of the net,
silent screens, soft clicks
searching for your spirit.
I've wondered if I would ever find you,
to see my face more kindly than me.
To mirror my humor
to warm my wisdom.
I've wondered if I would ever find you,
I searched for you so long,
can you feel the pulsing
the restless longing?
I've wondered if I would ever find you,
I feel you behind the screen,
reading my intentions,
so much better than I.
I've wondered if I would ever find you,
Giving myself permission to seek,
scared of the nights silence,
and the early morning fears
I've wondered if I would ever find you,
touch typing my loneliness,
into the electronic morass,
a dither of passion.
I've wondered if I would ever find you,
I don't care who or where you are,
In the silence of the net,
I'll find your acceptance.
I've wondered if I would ever find you.
Potters Hands In each turn,
a curve was found,
The softness flows
out towards me.
Yielding secrets
of your body,
As it molds
to my Potters Hands
Our world spins
so rapidly,
As I find
my center point. I move along
my guiding hand
And find
a hardened core
This blessed
gift of earth
And God,
seeks fullness.
Every motion
of its sweep
Finds duality
substance and hand.
Existence found
and born
everyday
dimension
Does clay mold
hands as well?
And will you
and I be complete.
Chances
A wedding veil of fog wisps,
a train of purple and gold.
Pine steeples rising.
Two geese, each drawn together,
Each on different paths jointly,
A chance happenstance.
Yet known in the mind of God,
The Director of this play,
The Almighty dream.
He is strong and muscular,
She sleek, graceful, elegant,
Thou and I now us.
Their dance scripted in years past,
Generations of custom,
Wrote from the onset.
To jump the broom, crush the glass,
To know each other at last,
permanent joining.
Their meeting was not a scheme,
Their winged flight held no intrigue,
United forever.
Sharing an exclusive love,
Attention to grooming him,
He providing needs.>
Freedom to work at loving,
A never ending process,
Not a easy path.
The Refuge
I never knew such love existed,
gentle and softly filling me with its aroma,
suffocating my anxieties and fears,
expanding my soul with your fragrance.
The net has created a refuge for us,
to find and discover the secret scent,
to hold it in the electronic room
to feel and touch and be touched.
What would the ocean be
if it only surged and had no ebb?
Why does one chase mirages, only to be disappointed.
This refuge is your oasis,
Find the well And drink, enjoy, feast, and love...
I found myself glancing out often today,
