December 9th / 11th 2007
The journeys end.
Adventure over - your friend.
A million, hard fought, light years.
A thousand arduous life times
have I travelled to tough you –
to reach in and passionately kiss your soul –
to dance in sun light, in moon beams with your spirit.
Not to be – blinded, I can not see –
feet bound tightly, shackled are my hands,
caged is my heart as it sinks into quicksand’s,
played by time’s ever moving bands
of light, denying that I am the man
to love you – I never can,
for this beauty I so desire, want to love
with all the love from within – from above,
only, out the door she wants to shove.
I do love you so, this I do know.
there is nothing, it seems I can show
you, prove to you, - must I let you go ?
B. J. “A” 2
December 9th 2007
A desire to love.
A need to be loved.
My Lovely – how deep have I tried to reach in ?,
to walk, hand in hand with your soul, your spirit.
Flakes of, have I seen, have I felt – what a sin !,
that nothing more will you give to me – that I fit,
not into your dream of things, scheme of things.
Your desires, your dreams, your expectation brings
nothing, brings little to me, but heart ache,
leaving me to think – has everything been just a flake ?,
an illusion ?, have I been living in a state of delusion ?
I do not know, I can not say, for a state of confusion
has permeated my days for the past two years,
leaving me to see, to feel, to know all these fears
that haunt my day dreams and fill my nightmares
and in the end, who gives a dam,?, who cares ?
These are the thoughts I live with my Dear,
And I do know, that they – you do not want o hear,
so upon these pages they lay, to remain here ?
B. J. “A” 2
December 10th 2007