Looking For Her

It’s a constant search

for that one we love,

who holds the key

to all we might cherish.

Do we know who it is,

or just an illusion in our mind.

Have we the common nature

of knowing we are not blind.

It seems relevant

to imagine such a muse

waiting in the shadows,

wishing to give more

credence to our fascination

than simply wanting to amuse.

We all search for her,

I do everyday

in the expression she might give me,

in the color of her eyes.

Standing in that coffee shop

so many years ago,

I knew love stood before

I didn’t wish to go away,

until another day,

I’ll keep seeking her vision.

Beauty is Memory

To imagine,

she might be nearby

if only words can tell me,

I would make them up in my mind

to have you closer to me,

feel your warm affection,

that compassionate soul

I once held in my arms.

I feel these emotions,

saddle me,

I cannot move sometimes,

and then I realize

I’m living, I’m alive,

and she would want that for me.

She is beauty in a special day,

when the stars align at night,

the radiant blue of a sunny day,

she’s all these things,

wrapped into her soul,

a certain elegance

in how she carries her own pain,

once shared with me,

once comforted,

oh did I hold your love with my heart.

A Solemn Day

I would reach out to you

if I could

if the stars aligned

and it happened by chance.

I wouldn’t have to work so hard

to find your love

to know your beauty

is you,

no longer what I dream.

To know that you have yourself,

a contentment

that I once held close to my heart.

A solemn day

for memory,

that what if the human condition

throws upon our soul,

when we cannot find the strength

to let go,

but hang on with hope

and eventual delusion.

Yet, love is, just that.

His Heart In Her Hands

Opened a door

and there she stood

just like before

she hadn’t changed.

His wonder in silence

if he might, could,

his heart now chance

their lives rearranged.

He did say hello

smiled as she would

could she see him glow,

in this brief exchange.

He felt in his soul a pang

His heart in hers did hang.

A Quiet Reflection

I sat down listening

their motion a soft lull

each moment similar

yet unique

covering their spatial

home.

I was a resident

for a moment,

the soil around me

having a history,

a place where emotion

might find a settling ground.

I wondered far into the sky,

where the two might meet

how each one

could love the other

a natural embrace

between

water and sunlight,

sky and whitecaps,

the sea is our own

helps us cherish and breathe,

the beauty of nature.