Author Archives: boyfrommville
fountain of you…
far deeper than any touch,
much more real,
than feel –
unlike whispers
fading into the air,
carried away too soon –
you are the – air!
all inclusive,
pervasive as nightfall –
you seep into every pore of my being,
filling every cavity of my soul!
i drink you in –
the thirst never satisfied,
and so i must return,
time and again,
to your most pensive fountain!
miles from ordinary
words unsaid –
touch un-felt –
promises, not made –
unbroken…
just how deep is too deep –
how real,
too real?
what is the penalty for touch –
instead of feel?
deep the water from your shore –
dark reservoir of intrigue –
and that safe room – behind your eyes –
illusive as – seems…
i would give a thousand – knows,
a million – haves –
for just one moment of your time –
(to understand, not assume!)
dreams – i weave –
realities – i conceive –
engulfed within the enigma of you…
ethereal –
you are to me –
miles from ordinary!
reflections: life before you
heretic
need to be
forever does not consume me –
that span of time i cannot comprehend.
i focus on the now,
this moment…
you invade my – now –
standing in the doorway,
allowing no escape…
and so inside this room of possibility i remain –
trapped –
yet unafraid…
you,
need to be in control –
i just need to be…
indulgence
behind blue eyes
lips pursed tightly –
scream suppressed –
eyes masking the terror that hides within…
in this sad world –
silence becomes a much wanted,
much needed place –
(the voices never quiet)
but elusive;
the dissipating wisp of smothered flame,
phrases barely visible on foggy mirrored panes…
to find that place –
where dreams reside –
that Xanadu of peace –
to float like clouds upon a tranquil sky –
oh what release…
to find recompense –
from the madness –
(oh father where art thou?)
that would be the greatest gift –
more pure than gold –
to be held –
not just the one who holds!
somebody