In Finding Love

We are this world of living human beings

Each of us do strive to privately soar

Beyond the scope of whom we might ignore

Only known, to live similar doings

 

We do each one of us wish to be known

Gather in our soul, deliver evil

From our seeming sacred hold, we might will

Now bury our misgiving left alone

 

Within the structure of our being we learn

To breathe, to weep, to listen with intent

For are not we all someway Heaven sent

While the Earth revolve, forever we yearn

 

For in the darkness, the stars be a guide

Toward everlasting love, might we, decide.

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Days Ago; Weeks Ahead

Did you wonder if it was about then,

that time, when we,

well, while the world grew cynical

around our own lives.

Did you ever think

we might be as necessary

the cogs in the wheel,

as anyone else who symbolized

that same hypocrisy.

Would you walk with me,

just for a short while

so we might again wonder

if that was ever really that

special.

Many days,

the long stretch of an hour,

the time it takes to wonder why,

I do want to cry,

instead I’m told,

‘say good-bye’

and let memory take the place

of what is today’s reality.

It’s just,

there are times,

there are these wisps of my imagination

tell me bold,

what a lovely time you always were.

I still don’t know if you’ll ever read this

the same way you could read my eyes …

~

*photo found on Deviant Art

Social Media Construct

Used to carry a pencil

Then a pen

A pager; then a brick that dialed numbers.

A typewriter

That suddenly had a scrolling banner

~

One day while sitting in a café

With a notepad and my pencil

I kept looking your way

Wondering if you might …

~

Today, there is little romance in our eyes

We believe what words we send to one another

With perhaps an added feature

Snapchat, IOS, Tumblr, Twitter

Imagine how granny or gramps might react

When we tell everyone our communication

Has come down to counting on a Twit

To let us know how to live through the hour?

I have no Pinterest in recognizing this mania

Bring me back the old parchment

The messy ink that made things real

Rather think about it

Then come to realize

My share is a permanent

Statement that all eyes may interpret howsoever

The world around me desires.

~

One day while sitting in a café

My coffee spilled

And the words blended with the paper

Losing their impact

Yet I knew their meaning

Now lost in memory

Forever preserved

In a quiet moment

While the bells of a romantic notion

Played rhythms in my mind

As eyes shared time

Smiles followed

Our love became intertwined by this sunny afternoon

And a delicious energy of unbridled passion

We found our lives together across the room