un-found –
not lost –
the difference in the
absence of belonging…

longing for –
that which you cannot have –
smile returned,
touch received,
void filled…

alone –
i was –
before i thought you found me,
long before i dreamed you –
cared,
believed…

how easy to release –
it seems,
regardless how far the fall –
not even the absence of a net deters the craving…

this lonely life – spent in the shadows,
eyes open,
scanning the horizon –
knees bent –
prayers sent –
all in vain!

your footsteps echo down the corridor,
long passageway of lonely –
leading you away –

from me –

all things good un-gravitate –
un-attach –
leave me –
undefined,
un-entwined with life…

need –
grasping at threads of hope –
a breeze merely blows away…

my – is –

this – moment;

all i need,

and all im guaranteed –

you may choose another agenda –

fill your days,

your – moments –

with – what if…

but -i,

i choose – acceptance,

gratitude,

appreciation –

each breath –

each moment –

sweet gift of life –

amazing!

My friend – you touch me deeper than the sun,

And every smile you smile fills up my soul!

With you it matters not what I have done,

For all my dreams you’ve taken and made whole!

Before your touch my life was closing fast.

But then you came and opened up the door.

Now all my insecurities have passed.

I’ve found with you a life and so much more!

You’ve brought the sun and rolled the clouds away.

And I can see new hopes and dreams ahead.

I’ll never wonder what to do or say,

Because with you all thanks can go unsaid!

If I had one small gift to give to you –

To find in me – what I have found in you!

if –
most perilous of all endeavors –
(regret – for past inadequacy,
sliver of hope for future uncertainty…).

removed from – options –
hidden in shadows cast by suns of summers – past…
what was the purpose?
(reason is scared and hiding in the darkness).

without the bridge between
what is –
and what can be –
there can be no justification for hope…

life –
a most amazing journey.
it’s value under estimated,
and so sadly misunderstood…

ice is forming –
on the windows –
now.
i hear the whistle of the wind –
its song,
so sad!

everywhere –
in cold secluded –
silence,
every-thing – captured
within gray!

no longer do the birds
in joyful chorus –
sing happily their songs,
their words lie frozen –
broken as the surface of the sky.

i touch the glass –
to wipe the discontent away –
to see if i may find you there –
peering in –
desperation eyes –
searching –
longing!

but i find only lonely shades of winter –
placid as the frozen sea –
of your indifference!

why this me? I asked myself one day.

why this particular – version?

having overheard the conversations of the wind,

read messages, secret –

shared only with the stars,

I thought I even understood the singing of the rain…

but what of that?

(to believe there is no other quite like you, would surely be considered ludicrous!)

try as I might – I just cannot understand, the reason for the sun.

regardless the thickness of the clouds,

the darkness from the storm,

it shines – consistent – unafraid…

truly nothing conceived within this mind, nor yours,

I presume, could ever comprehend. (the ebb and flow of (the tide) life).

enigmatic as light, to dark –

your insatiable attraction to yourself!

and I – hiding behind your mirror – remain all you can never see…

is your anything, really better,

than the everything of me?