Flight – Audio
Tag: sweet
Every Day We Can Love
When we feel the sun upon skin at dawn
we might be thankful of another rise
inside the spectrum of a life begun
in my eyes, your beauty then in my eyes
I have been gifted the presence of one,
delightful, lovely, in my friend so wise.
While every rising sun and setting moon
I might be known without rest impulsive
she will comfort me, why she’ll nearly swoon
despite my incredulous dismissive
state of mind, far greater her love will soon
begin a sojourn toward love suggestive.
This is my friend, her love as so designed
I am humbled by lasting love so kind
May With Flowers
A melancholy ordinary day
while traveling along a dusty way,
I thought of the month of May
how sweet to see your eyes today.
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That’s when the flowers begin
a sojourn outward from within.
In May our hearts long to pin
us down with sweet romancin’
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Remember those distant afternoons
we’d linger passing minutes in swoon
I might now in May recall a tune
making love underneath the moon
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I would believe in you in May.
A saucy time when hips would sway,
dances while your eyes made me stay
in your arms – please don’t go away.
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Let you hold me in your arms tonight
I want to comfort you too if I might
we can win the war of evil tonight-
May flowers bloom in mourning sunlight
~
Spring is in the air, its May everywhere
so don’t despair, soft wispy eyes so fair.
Moments by Moonlight – A Sonnet
We are a memory in someone’s eyes
unless we forget to glance where it lies.
How many evenings have we remembered
late shadows a rendezvous; we weathered
a storm of passion tasting skin envy.
Our searching mind tells tales known, every
lost moment by moonlight, when still we pause
to feel the solar tug of Nature’s cause.
For love is held in our hands in fashion
sparkling fires, tidal waves of passion,
become easy to notice, midnights glow.
Soft heart’s enter anew sweet nectar’s flow.
Such energy is fond in memory
while keeping well at bay our lunacy.
And The Story Went On
Soon after she left
He sat in the room
Knowing the alone
Had become his world
Outside the door
The people walked by
And one whispered slow
He’s a statue inside
And then the cherry
On the cigarette lit
A waft of smoke nearby
And the neighbor knew the truth
He wasn’t alone anymore
At least from the outside
Looking in
To a place he never understood
Just knew he was there forever
Until he stepped away
That would be a very long time
A lot of pain to travel then
Before the world looked new again
See he was fighting for the love
That seemed so certain weeks before
That now appeared to be down the road
Out of reach and further down the avenue
He couldn’t no longer appreciate that beauty
Instead just pain every vision that met his eyes
Yet, tonight, as the darkness began to drift into twilight
His heart had felt the pain, he knew there would be light
Soon after she left
He sat in the room
Knowing the alone
Would remain close for a time
Until he soon stepped off his dime
Sweet Ode to Her Eyes
Music will light up the night
Visions in tear-drawn windows
Sweet sounds to remind
Time in essence
Do you ever recall exact meaning?
We met one summer
Taking classes or just noticing
A certain intrigue
Drew our lives together
We played with our own desires
Drawing nearer
Letting caution be our muse
~
I remember you
There was this gold string sash
You put it in my hands
Before the party
My teenage insecurities
Wouldn’t let me realize
The energy around that sash
Your fingertips in my hands
While wrapping string
Around my naiveté
I remember your smile
Eyes shining in the evening sky
Lips curled with a sweet
Clever knowing grin
A caution held in a sash
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Years went by, and a visit
Drew us together again
My sister was always sharp
She knew long before I did
And we chuckled
That brief evening
When I kissed you …
I might almost recall the fabric
Your jean jacket
As my hands held your shoulders
And you leaned into me
We borrowed only for a moment
A neighbor’s wall outside a party
And chuckled away
Letting caution be our muse
~
The beauty of time
Two souls travel distance
And yet I came home again
Standing in a crowded room
Feeling ambiance and years
Moods that could channel souls
Quiet in my own mind I wondered
Leaned against the wall
Noticing strangers
When my eyes opened
You stood before me
I recognized your smile
Your eyes sparkled with
That knowing grin
Immediate conversations
Took us long into night
A romantic park bench
Moment in endless hours
There was only time
To grace one another’s past
And offer fresh retellings
Each word with allowance
Knowing caution was our muse
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Our next reunion
A social media moment
When a text finds a friend
In the twilight
Welcoming coffee
And strong dialogue
We talked of family
Of love
Of life and sisters
Children and fortune
Certainly without the material wealth
But how the soul feels
Within those moments
Your heart, compassion
Beauty, grace, elegance
All of those words you deny
Were spoken in the sweet windows
Of your eyes
Laughing over ice cream
Caution is human nature’s muse
~
While the moon in night amber
Beckons our mind to figure out why
Know your eyes will give expression
In their reaching desire to recognize
How purpose drives our spirits
To define that mystique of passion
That romantic interlude
Between the real and imagined
When in a song we might recall
While suggesting otherwise
Our peace can be held in our hands
Knowing we may touch someone’s heart
(Eyes do, will, can, have touched our hearts)
Let time become our nostalgic sojourn
Well beyond the Grace of caution’s muse
Seeking Solace
Respond to all within sweet moment’s need
Suddenly drawn to resolving a quiz
The mind will venture further in its greed
Real as such savors a temperate breeze
In Man whilst heart is in common display
Venture forth that desire to recognize
Validation may cause the mind to sway
Beyond our normalcy; what love belies
Human spirit tests Her society
Mystique will question a sublime author
Whose world drives are willed while the wanderer’s
Own ability grieves wide beyond fears
Her eyes might depend upon sweet lovers
Beauty regards grace in His elegance
While our solace suggests seeking new chance
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