Perhaps we are challenged
is such in a tender moment
this chance moment, lives
would intertwine soft measure.
When if could I love this life
with holding a serenade in Grace
perhaps this centering
could become a manifest
Sweet is a kind sort of love.
©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021
If we could shape our world
those lives we
learned we might,
imagined we could,
promised we would
all three blends of a sensuality
cascading our mind like a summer rain
sweet, scented, soaking serendipity.
Three lives
if we could shape desire and promise
might we all understand
we can overwhelm
the mystique … our human mind.
©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021
When so many songs on the airwaves speak of love lost
found in the quietest regions of our mind,
shared love
remember love
let only our silence remind us all what love might be.
~
Tonight I would think about her in the softest light
to see the gleam in her eyes
evening stars would be our twilight
sweet love
that passionate tale we told one another.
~
I sometimes will openly crucify myself for letting my heart
steal only the strength of my soul
when pulled together
I haven’t any way to ever relive the magic
once the candle has swallowed its wick.
~
I did love you that part is true and everyone I know
will always see when in a glance, eyes remind us of you.
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© Thom Amundsen 6/2021
Yes
Inside a dream
Could I tear
Moments flash my eyes
Next morning
Sunlight shatter solace
Imagery would fade slow
Spirit being parting ways
For now
Just, for now
Tomorrow will start again
Well, night sky
When I could seek
Sweet is the moment.
©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021
Sweet remedy
a kindness draws eyes
a wander
inside foggy interior.
~
While each passing hour
holds promise
asks empathy
an immediate proposal
may suggest in heart
sweet peace of mind.
~
Morning sunlight
will create shadow
that will ask a conscious
need to step in
guide a soul lost inside
a societal nightmare.
~
A pleasure would be a breeze
let fortune in life to breathe.
©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021
We did when once
held eyes
then spoke of feeling blessed.
We asked each other
if that held inside
matched each other.
Would wits in unison
strike gold or a stricken fever
would be the natural course of love
when fraught with fear
the flip-side will
prevail.
We spoke of time in a sudden fantasy
turn only foreign sentiment
to realize today,
hearts aligned would still wander
in some vacant stereo of emotion.
Within the truth of love
two souls find one.
©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021
Standing alone damp concrete
was like my ear finding center if only
could I hear a word
a sweet memory a recall
somehow now some way
buried in that sea of indecision.
~
If when I close my eyes I see her standing
there in the shadows of a booth
miles away
close enough to feel her eyes
watching me wonder her
years later
standing alone together we might hear
that soothing melody.
~
I know a woman wants
to be
alone
just you and me return again
in dreams
we haven’t quite found
we understand just you and me.
~
I am still working on listening
just takes a while longer … this we.
©️ Thom Amundsen 5/2021
I am doing something
in the morning
I did not ever anticipate.
Imagine all of your life
a wonder when suddenly
now everything that matters
happens only because it truly was
meant to occur earlier
but we never really knew when.
We always wished how
and still do
and will always hope, when.
©️ Thom Amundsen 5/2021
A quiet solitude, soft patterns of rain,
in a breeze tossed there and about
would I know the sounds would soothe
my soul in any moment of wonderment.
~
I do lay upon a silent morning when steady
the waters of a sweet melody and scents
olfactory carry my mind distant to my nearby
retirement, that seeks some cast upon peace.
~
Outside my porch I listen and watch
the morning birds gather their strength
feed upon such is a seed to bring delight
to the eye of a human yearning for love.
~
Could a tear be reconciled when memory
allow our hearts to feel splendor in song.
© Thom Amundsen 5/2021
