Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Nocturnal

Tingling fingers intertwined
Distant notes fading
Soft ephemeral glow
Your eyes, the sea.
A distant place.
Here, now.
I long for you.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

In this moment

I wish I was a poet,
for I could write you a sonnet,
of lillies and undying love,
sensual craving
and adoration beyond compare.

Or a writer perhaps,
for I could punctuate my silence 
interspersed with rhetoric
and careful alliterations.

Instead I sit here,
Tongue-tied,
Waiting for you to speak..

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Of introspection.

In thoughts that pass by
through the day,
Fleeting moments here to stay

I scan my mind for jilted
reasons, unhappiness and
discontent.

Hidden there?
I dare not say,
There is no discord.
I do not pretend.

Bliss was then.
Bliss could be.

But somewhere along the way,
we walked away.

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