flimsy as maybe –
unstable as if –
your promise floats above me,
just out of reach…
perhaps you feel the effort
more important than the feel,
suppose – more necessary than real.
intentions – undefined –
your non-touch
un-opens me.
while you roam effortlessly from your dreams,
you keep me tightly clasped –
to mine…
into this world we’re born –
craving affection –
warm caress,
open arms,
love…
and as we walk along life’s journey
we search for that – connection –
eyes that meet,
glance shared,
confirmation of mutual admiration…
yet –
it seems –
that if that touch,
that – embrace –
falls outside the paradigms of social acceptance –
we push away,
close doors,
retreat…
why is it –
my friend –
my feelings invade your – right?
my need exceeds your – allowed?
i have only everything to give to you –
sunlight on a cloudy day –
care more than all of life’s unconcern –
and love –
pure as fire,
real as touch –
i only want to be that which you need –
all of want –
more than much!
what if –
the bridge between
is,
and possibilities…
to linger in the now –
face down,
drowning in regret –
requires too much of not enough.
i choose face up –
forward motion.
captivated by might,
fueled by could –
my journey started yesterday,
with just one step
past accept!
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.
could have been
sits in the dark –
alone –
quiet –
useless as cant,
unnecessary as – should…
is –
however –
flaunts itself as if the only actor on stage;
omnipotent,
supreme!
leaves me,
lonely –
shackled by – myself,
struggling to carry this weight of – why…
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!
i long to be – to you –
all that you have become –
to me…
that first sliver of sun at dawn,
or the twinkle of twilight’s
first star…
if only i could fill your world with wonderful,
exceptional –
smother you with fantastic,
awesomely – amazing…
if even for one solitary second
i could be
that which flows through your veins –
fills your heart –
gives you life.
how great the rush.
to be considered something so essential –
so necessary!
as much as air –
as incidental as day –
i long to be the impulse for your smile,
casual sigh,
the beat your heart skips…
everything to –
you –
to me –
you are…
entangled in
my now –
entwined within
my what-will-be,
you…
an anchor fastened to my heart-
essential as even –
air.
what was life before
you –
who drew the line
between indifferent –
and necessary?
was there sunlight –
or did the night – so nonchalant
just close his eyes –
allowing day…
i cherish moments
filled with oh-so-much of you,
grateful –
yet undeserving…
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…
standing too close to the edge 