Timothy Ray Poet Romanticism

It Happened Every Fourth

it happened every fourth
sitting in the crowd
listening to their escaping excitement
a sky ablaze in pyrotechnics
some Pollock at last set free
from its boring existence
looking at you lost in it all
a face i know so well
finding myself amidst this mayhem
unable to deflect my gaze
from you
as the cacophony holds 
delights fill your face
i am waiting patiently
for that moment 
when you look down at me
that Duchenne smile emerges
life has a no deeper meaning
then when the depth and breadth
of your heart says in a smile
i am in love with you
we are destiny dancing across galaxies
a love only a universe could hold
a quantum entanglement insouciant
of space and time, infinity dissipated in ecstasy

that is the part i miss so much
that adorable quizzical look
explain that to me again

   OKC   3/22

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Robert Gorelick July 1, 2022 at 7:01 PM Love; sometimes such a helpless ecstasy. Wonderful! Robert Timothy Ray July 2, 2022 at 4:49 AM an observation of cognizant acuity Robert....thank you appreciate it very much

Andrea Dietrich July 1, 2022 at 10:22 AM sweet and romantic. So profound and cool how you worked in the coming fourth of July fireworks ! Timothy Ray July 1, 2022 at 10:25 AM thank you Andrea....bless you young lady....altho i would like the credit i have one of those feelings, this is close to another occasion, when you read what you have written and like those footprints in the sand realize your quill never moved...He knew you needed something

Vickey Rhymer July 1, 2022 at 4:00 AM Just think Mr.Ray you may have been the very puzzle your beloved sought to fully comprehend,to understand the full measure of. I know that look. Have seen it myself .As I offer this to you as explanation I cannot help but do the same for myself as well which sits so lightly upon my heart compared to my previous explanation to me that it was due to vision myopic in nature.Thanks for this and as always thanks for what you do so well the touching of the heart of another. Timothy Ray July 1, 2022 at 8:31 AM your praise greatly appreciated....we change the myopic inward and lyncean....and remember....all i know is that i know nothing the professor said....to which i replied...wait a minute if you know that you know nothing you know something so it is rather obvious this is an attempt at false humility and i ain't buying it....besides it is all Greek to me

Jenna Logan July 1, 2022 at 2:34 AM "we are destiny dancing across galaxies..." That's quite a lovely romantic description of love, Timothy. Timothy Ray July 1, 2022 at 8:25 AM Jenna, i must be honest about that line and expose my depravity....those scandolous nights beneath the covers flashlight in hand reading John Donne (the Ecstasy), Elizabeth Browning (Sonnet 14), and my Beloved Emily and my depravity does not end there...in the closet, same flashlight, meandering in Austen, Bronte, and Elliot...i have no shame....so i throw myself on your mercy and ask...smiling yet? have a good day my job is done here