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As I see you there
Legs crossed, you staring out the window
My own thoughts enter yours.
Visiting, as they must.
Yet again I see you looking at your hands.
Wondering as you must
For you see, we have made a connection.
The conversation took many turns
Around streets called Fear, Trust and Want.
We drove past them and even stopped to park for awhile
Seems to me, we parked at Want for a spell.
You and I, truly romantic hounds
Sniffing our way around one another
We couldn't sense other scents, so
We sat awhile...
A new room you see
Bright and inviting
Couches and reading chairs
Books and art surround us.
No distractioins, just peaceful music
Soothing whatever aches that follow us
You ask me of fear
And I challenge your trust
You begin to harmlessly touch my soul
For here on the skin, is but where our souls begin
The touch turns into a caress
And the caress lingers on the surface of the soul.
The messages sent by your hands
They speak well of you
Caring and tender
See how your spirit impacts through your hands
Touch lightly again and you see me smile.
Console my feelings
For they are mine.
Comfort my spirit
For she can hardly stand still
Cherish my soul
For the passion sees no bounds
Sit still my feelings
For I will not discard you
Sit still my spirit
For I will always guide your flight
Sit still my soul
For I hold your passion near to me.
What does it take
To peek just a little
Can I look for you in there?
How shall I open you?
Will my sharp wit tear the paper open?
Or can I melt the glue with my Charm?
Will it dissolve over time, I can hope...?
And once in, will I find You?
Will the writing be clear?
Or will I need to magnify the words?
Will the paper be neat and clean?
Or will it be tear stained and wrinkled with sorrow and distrust?
And what if the envelope is Empty?
Your are no where to be found
So I tremble in disbelief
And I turn around toward the Mountain
And there you Are.
Are we what our words speak of us?
Or more simply, are the words what we make of them?
And so it goes that I sit and set my anchor here.
One word can produce a smile, which is clear.
Surround the word with actions and thought
And it is a tear that one has caught.
The boundaries are totally uncharted
Until you reach the brokenhearted.
Here does pose a delicate design
So it is I who must be kind
I never promised to hold back my tales
But rather to set my words to sails
For all the world to look and ponder
So one day they would be fonder
And now it is I gaze above
So my words can talk of love?
Hardly a retreat can I surrender
That to avoid being the offender.
So there is no way to predict
How my words will avoid a kick
But I can tell you now
They will never devour.
How was it that day?
When I came to stay.
What can I say?
That you opened your crayon box
And I ran out like a fox
The light came into your room that day
And your eyes set upon the screen as they may
The hue was blue
Mysterious it seems
Brightness she beams
Deep in thought, I progress
Splitting to a blue-violet fortress
Cloaked with the alluring cloud
Covering the treasures of friendship so proud
And as you hold the blue
It lightens you
And in the delight we share
The same Unquestioning Peace is that we Care.
We have traveled down the creek
And I think, "can I take a peek"
We have searched for words to express
And I think, "can I make a mess"
We have hit the same wall
And I think, "can I call"
We have but a loose connection
And I think, "no, I am not an infection"
We have taunted and teased
And I think, "so please"
We have traced our faces
And I think, "so where are the bases"
We have looked at the same tree
And I think, "Let it be me"
We have no map for this course
And I think "and there will be no remorse"
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