Two Would Pass Together

(dedicated to the goodness of time, a friend and his family)

When in a moment we might reflect

upon the reason,

we could together share a memory,

the fleeting laughter,

we would do this together,

wouldn’t we create a scene,

a wonderful attribute,

of the years,

oh the many years,

the travels we knew

without ever having to leave our home.

 

In a sort of magical day dream,

we crossed so many paths as one,

and now today,

they celebrate a journey

oh for the love of our children

we do,

we will always,

we did for the span of a lifetime

hope and pray,

we might somehow find His way,

some way decide upon a natural course

of our lives

we would find

sweet serenity,

a mysterious energy,

one with love,

a compassion

we might give freely …

cherish the beauty of time.

 

For it is today,

we now togeteher

cross the sky

with a specacular

sunrise,

a setting moon,

in each adventure,

I might in the arctic

winter

share love as a soul mate

might find again,

discover the truth

was always within our dreams.

 

Peace be with the onlookers

for their journey just begun.

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Love – for my wife

love

jim dine – love

 

Follow me

to everywhere

for my experience is

alone

lacking substance

if I could share all that is good

in your eyes

with every new horizon

setting sun

distant moon that shines upon

our natural being

then

we might continue as

together

share love’s bounty

spiritual Grace belongs

to hear-felt surreal

beauty

that is you

love

Speaking of Language

I know that when I looked at you,

a new interpretation of purpose popped into mind.

I suppose it was the color of your hair,

the manner by which you tilted your head,

how the afternoon sun might light up your eyes.

I wondered about our lives,

where we are,

how soon we can come to realize,

everyone crosses paths with that notion of

satisfying their own definition of ambience.

~

Listen to the beat as we travel together,

sweep across the tiles,

our feet in unison, our bodies melting

to the rhythm of a Latino cadence,

such that gives our soul the freedom to fly.

~

A novelty is the delight when found in sync

we desire the same,

recognize the brilliance of admiration,

knowing ours is one we share,

contains the many years of hope and desire,

that compassion that the first time I saw you,

the sunlight suggested I do love you.

Circles

When last we spoke,

I mentioned how long it had been,

since we could recall ourselves,

we had distance in our eyes,

the lines of time, the paths of freedom,

we traversed hours in search of how we knew

our lives were meant to be.

When your eyes said hello,

after the minute or two of

indecision,

we knew that time was less relative

than it was real for the moment.

At least I had hoped you might believe me,

but I gave you no reason to imagine

we could be the same again.

I remember looking around the room,

and seeing familiar faces, eyes, smiles,

hands grasping their only world for the moment,

I do recall seeing

hesitation,

wondered whether grace would ever be allowed

in conversations again.

I recall being here before,

wondering if I might ever understand,

why this place would always be familiar.

I wandered away that day, just hoping somehow,

we might see this day again, but I didn’t know when …

that might be when I decided to retrace my …

I might have realized then,

I was hoping again to find you in my dreams.

When Your Hand I Held

We picked the music, walked together

while everyone smiled, glassy eyed,

to each of us we had chosen a path,

our favorites were the melodies we knew

to be such delightful reminders

of just that happiness we had chosen.

When your hand I held, and walked

the aisle while the violin played behind,

well it was then I knew I was innocent

of all the growth that lay ahead in our lives.

I do  listen to that music nearly every night,

only to recall the reason it holds the key

to whom we are today, to a sweet blend

a harmony to rest upon your true soul,

to allow me to understand the peace you give

my every day, my every heartfelt waking day

Truth is Beauty

That’s when I love you,

when I can know the beauty,

every day, so many worlds,

so often we see our truths,

and walk right by,

lives busy with that medley of forgotten

dreams, desires, notions.

~

That is when I want you,

when I can feel you near me,

beyond your lovely physicality,

yet in the mind where we always wonder,

always wandering, we wonder why,

our hearts feel the way we do,

when love has stepped away,

in the fastidious nature of time.

~

That is when I need you,

when the pain becomes real,

and I can’t forgive myself anymore,

knowing I let beauty walk away,

because my dreams failed to include,

that simple blend of love and, some call it,

truth.

~

I love you tonight because you are with me,

our world is together, creating that easy magic,

we once wondered if it had truly wandered away,

just another distant memory,

the truth is,

I still love your beauty beyond words,

in my veins, that if I were to pour wide open,

would spill their soul in grateful memory,

your beauty is my memory,

want to, want to keep that with me,

right now

beauty, yours, is …

right, with me.

Control, Control!

I can hear the mid-shipman

making the demand

we need to communicate

where is control?

Could you imagine

the guy on the other end

just sitting back with a smile

listening to the squawk

Have we all had a moment

where rather than concede

we held on til the final

scream merited our appearance.

I want to say I love you

with all my heart and soul

but opportunity to value

our courtship seems flawed.

I sit in complete darkness

looking feverish for some

indicator, some symbol

of truth that lights my way.

Today, while I struggled

you kept going forward

I envied your resilience

wished my envy were denied.

Somehow is it more I want

that need for control. Control

what ye may, for some time,

ye might find they’ve all gone away.