Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you Lord ... my best friend my
love my strength my weakness my patience my heart my master my maker my
pusher my saviour my deliverer my peace my refuge my healer my soul my
tears my meal my health my faith my drink my wisdom my rest my sustainer
my question my giver my hearer my answer my mercy my understanding my
flower my sun my moon my star, you are.
and again,
Thank you Creator for always finding ways to inspire me. For everything you have been to me and are to me. You are
the Love that I've gained from a love which I have lost. Your love is
more tender than a Mother's and -mightier- than a Father's. You calm me
and excite me. You fill me with joy and humble me. You judge me only
because you Love me, and so then you bless me after you scold me. You
are my rock in the storm and my Sun which brings me warmth. I have
learned to love you from the heavy head, in which you weighed and the bottom of my heart, in which you caved. Make
me like you more and more each day. You are my ever budding Mystery-Flower.
a song that moves your soul, moves your spirit . . . but you can't put your finger on the name of the song or the artisit, yet it plays in constant rotation in your mind. That is how I feel about our first conversation. Your voice has become a distant fog, a vague memory, that I am reminded of when I hear a voice like it . . . but such a thing doesn't exist because you are one of a kind and there is none like you. For the record, I still keep that memory close to me.
Caused an explosion and upon my chest . . . lie the spark
I don't want to think too much, so I dream
of your voice warming my hollow night
I exhaust myself in this realm of predetermined fairytales
The effect ... makes me to feel sweet things
Is this another phase? I wish to know Master
Never had I spoken on the phone from evening til' the morning after
I wonder what holding your hand feels like
I wonder what laying on your chest sounds like
I wonder what story your arms will tell me, as they wrap me
I wonder what wonder your lips will teach me, if they'll hug me or make me feel needy
I wander in my wonder ... then I hear
Your soft ears, so warm
My silent calls, so worn
Because
Compassion connects us
Withdrawal arrests us
My smile spreads all over your hesitation
You become an avid detector of my shy face
and as I sit on your lap arched to the left of your ear, I whisper words you never dreamt you could hear
Do you have to let go?
I think you know me
No, no, no
Don't hang up . . . on me
I want to be in what is for three crumbs longer
Yes, yes, yes
Rejection is a tough pill to swallow ... especially when your not expecting it
I did not expect you
but now I do . . . desire to reflect and produce another you
If you don't mind, halt your Goodbye
Don't you know?
Special is a word that couldn't describe you
Love is a feeling that is always beside you
This is just a conversation I'm having in my thoughts ... with you and God sitting beneath the ark of my heart
Keep me in remembrance my distant Friend
When our wings spread, we can fly again.
Remember when you told me you were Gargantuan with a lower case g
And I said, "fine let it be"
You made me grow in humility ... so
If it be His will then the seed planted in and in-between us will grow, for the fruit of our becoming shall show . . . a Garden that has bloomed with its defects well pruned
What a treasure
My virtue you measure
I've fallen captive to a part of you that has been shun
Nope and no never do I want to be done
Perhaps believing that you may be the one
And I'm okay with admitting that you've won
me over.
The distance that divides us
is like
The butterfly and the sky dust
like you
Quiet yet attentive
In prying your ears open, what do you think I'd find?
God and all the answers to my question Why
You make me want you ... to want to
talk to you forever
be your aim of study
give your hands a reason to rest
let time and sorrow wean from my breast
be your inspiration
get you to write again
Wait, was it your voice on the dial that went ..."Goodnight"
Tell me then, Is it a crime? to hear you say it --please-- one more time?
I exhaust myself in this realm of predetermined fairytales
The effect ... makes me to feel sweet things
As I press the key to end . . . your rich words linger in the moon again, "I miss you too", melting echoes whistle through and through
You showed me the color new and in me it brewed
and so I gave my doubts a reason to feud
P.S.
. . . I do remember
I asked
about you, "What's his name? "
No one knew and while wanting to ask others, I didn't
want to attract any more attention to you . . .
I wonder if I did?
Maybe in
this moment you'd already be mine . . .
Maybe in this moment I'd be wrapped in
your arms and all would be fine . . .
I am the one who
receives the sky & its thunderous rain. The hand that reaches out to
help you maintain, balance. I am in-between the seen & unseen. I
give birth to all living things. Smooth as chartreuse waters; I provide
sustenance to your Great big Father. I am the Light hand that shows you
the way, just as the stars give the night a reason to stay. I see you in
my womb. There you grow as flowersbloom.
Made me
Saved me
Your eyes were the arms reaching to pull me up from the cold swamp, rising high, ready to swallow whatever hope remained
Your stare produces heat
Inflames needs
Your eyes shine bright--the light like the center of the sun
Burns
Carried me unto safe grounds
In them is a best friend in a smile
A boat afloat the Nile
I crave looking in your eyes--to soak in their chartreuse waters
Your eyes keep record of my life's glory and its dark story
Your stare never bores me
We have fallen into our souls by sight and cease to let go at night
Stare into me
Pull me from behind
Worries hide
In your stare I nearly lose my mind
Don't reason what I feel
Instead just flow
As my captain you say go and it is so
Following ... trusting you know
My hurt in your glare never shows
When you look, the peak of Mount Everest is shook
You chase me
To catch me
Arrest me
Hold me
Clothe me
Throw me
Undress me
Playfully yet namely and mainly--slowly
You place a finger or two in my shaft
Causing tense rivers to blast
In your stare, there ... is a 2nd chance
A reason to laugh
Lay on the grass
Love in mass
The Love between a blind man and a seeing woman.The Love of a mute woman and a well versed man. The Love of a deaf man and a woman who understands. The Love of a mute, deaf, & blind woman and man. The language of silence. Silent communication frees and filters the need to prove a thing because it just is, you feel it and just know.