You are a constant on my mind Sometimes singing loudly in the front row
Sometimes pleasantly humming at the back of my mind
There aren’t any words to your song
But I feel the depth of oceans in the melody
Rather than hear carefully crafted words
It feels like starlight
And walks out under the sheltering sky
It’s an elusive feeling afforded few
A freedom I’ve been granted
Generously and graciously
Lovingly and thoughtfully
And more than I deserve.
An Inconvenient Illness
Love is so very inconvenient
Obnoxiously gentle and annoyingly patient
It spills from my heart making an awful mess
I often think my life would be better if I could love less
It bothers and nudges my logical brain
Making me do things that drive it insane
Love love love the source of mental illness
Still Life Emotion
Read my scars and sing my tears
Pour the notes slowly into your ears
Look inside and say hello
Listen to the ghostly echo
Step softly down the cluttered hall
Examine the dreams up on the wall
Don’t mind me while I sit
Watching your stealthy visit
Sitting quietly at my easel
Painting you in still life emotion.
Words Unsaid
I see what is now and what has past
I see all the things that cannot last
As much as I picture us together
And freeze this in my mind forever
It breaks and scatters too cold for touch
In my head are the words I wish you’d say
And I find there is nowhere safe to stay
To hide from the noise of the riot in my head
Try as I might I cannot escape the dread
No words were said and no promises broken
And I am left to stare inside this divide
While what is real watches and waits
I am bound by love and the words unsaid
Bound and powerless in your wake.
Entwined
My fingers move
Stroking the warm damp air
Shifting and gathering the clouds
It was then
I saw you move
I close my eyes
To receive the first kiss
And then another awakening
It was then
You saw me take it
I stand exposed
Soothing caresses softly cupping Inhaling the lift and drop of every breath
It was then
You were lost to me
I open my arms wide
Soul brightly aglow inviting warmly
Surrender and stay dancing upon my lips
It was then
You became forever mine
Entangled and entwined
Turning and returning
And I became thine
Halfwit Maybe
He moves in the fluid graceful quarters
And pauses tenderly at the half beat
His glass is sometimes a fresh half full
Though sometimes a thirsty half empty
On good days it’s a half and a half
He wants to be just and only himself
But regrets to say he’s never quite there
He loves the infinity of the possible truth
But his favorite word is definitely maybe
On good days it could be a probable yes
Yet he beguiles me completely and absolutely
With the thoughts running amok in his head
He captures and solidifies my fluid imagination
With all the random things he says
And on good days ……
Mysteriously creation is made.
Surrender in Prayer
With words only eyes can speak
I surrender my tears to the tides
Saved by the beating of your heart
In every direction I find you close
Shielding and keeping me strong
You are my light in my dark hours
The comforting hand upon my head
Accepting of my sin and weakness
In the many miles I have travelled and will travel
My soul is gently held
Never alone with you there.
Your Hidden Story
Feel my acceptance of the way we are
And the joy of being loved and wanted
My arms soft with invitation and affection
Nothing lost and everything gained
Our love unmoved in storm and rain
You have sought and you have found
Not a love borne of heart break
Nor fear of anything that shatters
But an emptiness when you open your eyes to the day
And a longing when you shut your eyes in the night
It’s the knowledge that I am waiting
Solidly real and your hidden story
An ache and a memory until I’m there.
As I Will It
Alive and perfectly real
Loved with no part unloved
Everywhere yet ever present
Mindful and not mindless
Always myself and never another
Ever in your eyes.
No Ordinary Beauty
It’s an ache that grows inside
A sweet suffering of innocent hope
Of happiness rippling in pooling tears
Yours smile plays like an infant on my mind
While I wait for the flaws in my personality to protest
Only to find it silenced upon hearing the kindness in your voice
And seeing the soft light in your eyes
I am speechless and torn apart
Watching you make the ordinary too beautiful to bear.
-Written with a few borrowed lines from the TV series Mad Men