Thoughts

Thoughts Thoughts of – conceived within the womb of my mind. Reality of – it is her desire to terminate before birth – so unkind ! Thoughts of – built upon this old man’s illusions. Reality – dreams and desires of – constructions of delusions. With you – I have felt, I feel not but confusion. Love, respect, consideration- from you, I‘d love to find. Passion known – making love with you – would be so sublime. Oh !, how I would love to reach, and touch the end of my time in the arms, the glory, the thoughts of you – beyond this rhyme. It appears – from your words, your actions – there will be no fusion of minds, bodies, souls or spirits as I real in the throes of confusion. Confusion that comes on the heels of a reality – it is one and not two. Lone on this journey – there will be I – elsewhere, it will be only you. As I contemplate, us to be as one, I have to wonder ?, nothing I can do ! B. J. “A ” 2 January 23rd 2007