We walk past each other
with little contact,
physicality, odor, sense,
yet the eyes,
look inside my soul,
question my reality,
am I here along with you,
How is it possible we lose sight
undeniable tones
(part 9)
-end-
We walk past each other
with little contact,
physicality, odor, sense,
yet the eyes,
look inside my soul,
question my reality,
am I here along with you,
How is it possible we lose sight
undeniable tones
(part 9)
-end-
One man speaks,
while a world has no idea,
a segment of society,
a purpose,
unknown philosophy that exists
together …
the moon will never alter its course
always illuminate
lunacy has tones.
(part 8)
We want to explode,
with good scrutiny, certainly
the wealth of chance idolization
becomes forefront,
the hopes and dreams of suicide
no longer a necessary
objective
carry on let’s be together
insidious tones
(part 6)
We begin to imagine
how this, can we then, what will,
the world becomes a factual
enterprise of disbelief,
hope, a wonder of exceptional
fascination
while around the corner
somewhere nearby we corroborate
upon neutral tones
(part 5)
Years passed in memory,
a fond recall,
this did occur we are convinced
by the manner where we see the leaves fall
inside a splendid cover
did she stand
in a white cascade
almost too surreal
in soft illuminate tones
(part 4)
Two soul intermingle
cross paths on a sunny day,
brilliant in mind’s prosperity
cherish our world while others too
begin a sojourn
a travel of mystique and beauty,
that elegance
that human condition,
indescribable tones.
(part 3)
I do wonder,
often a twilight leaves me compelled,
yet all too quickly,
a notion,
a curiosity,
then distraction settles in with little notice,
my universe speaks aloud again,
suffusing energy,
until desire wanders in lower tones.