i enjoy you –
as much as great,
as deep as sky…

i drink you in,
submerge myself
in your smile –
lose my way,
in the deepness of your eyes!

time stands still,
when i’m with you –
reality redefined –
you speak my name,
and worlds collide…

how can i sleep,
dare close my eyes and find you gone when waking?
this fragile heart would surely break
if suddenly alone,
detached…

without you,
i would simply cease to be…

greater than want,
you are,
so much more than necessary!

things unneeded fill our days –

like possibly,

perhaps,

maybe…

how often do we put aside

what matters,

holding our breath –

clenching our hands,

expecting even Atlas to shrug –

for what?

a hand we feel compelled to hold?

replies to questions – unheard?

as callous as forget,

intangible as why –

we build our lives on

could,

should –

then wonder what went wrong

when trapped in lonely –

unremembered as even midnight

by pompous dawn!

age –

simply defined;

a collection of years,

or perhaps –

seasons.

society puts up fences –

youth here,

old age there,

either, or…

i find my place neither

in, nor out –

and so i sit upon the fence –

dangling my feet,

and my heart,

in both pastures.

possibly

sits on the couch with

his good friend –

could be –

together they –

oh so carefully –

plan-

nothing…

and somewhere on the other side of –

what could be –

sunrise, 

regardless stands watch –

(the world ever so surely continues to turn)…

i understand the 

feeling of a rose –

blooming –

the sheer exuberance 

of life;

exaltation –

joy unparalleled –

simply – living –

most awesome of all experiences!

is becomes was –

this moment,

a memory.

time passes – regardless the level of involvement.

words you said;

muted colors on a distant canvas –

messages blurred like watercolor in the rain…

once –

on a journey into your garden –

i thought i heard the sound of humming birds –

a thousand butterfly wings creating a melancholy chorus –

and then,

silence…

would this wound heal faster if self-inflicted?

the pain –

less intense?

your departure – more justified?

i guess that i will never know

the answer to the question of you;

(only sky can understand the sun).

reason –

distant mountaintop –  i fear i can never reach…

from here to there

and back again.

(past the other side of now) – to then…

(trees hold their memories;

knots and scars,

an aged leaf holding on past it’s season…)

what is it –

about a winters day –

takes you to that place;

serene,

uncompromised –

a smile with no qualifications,

peace of mind…

(squirrels know the trees’ secrets),

to sit –

for hours in the mid-day sun –

contemplating –

nothing…

oh the rush!

(and still the dying leaf – holds on…)

words you say

mean nothing,

(lip service), and even your eyes –

lie –

down by the river –

where you and I went walking –

(shallow water),

reflecting your (nothing) face –

(façade),

showing your feelings (less than darkness);

nothing is deeper than dark…

as much as – try,

to – care.

much more than do,

to – feel.

inability to respond is more victorious than nonchalance…

restricted?

bound by chains – unseen?

your lack of – want,

more painful than all the knives placed (emotionless) –

in my back!