I miss you
I miss you looking at me
I miss you looking at me with those eyes
I miss you looking at me with those eyes full of joy
I miss you looking at me with those eyes full of joy and love
I know you are here to help me feel beautiful and loved
I know you are here to help me feel
I know you are here to help
I know you are here
I know you
Always have
when I feel you
your love
your attention
wherever you are
you are near
you are here
a relationship
magically,
unexpectedly
blossoms.
acquaintances
graduate to
fast friends,
becoming
two peas in a pod.
inseparable twosome
pulled together
tightly
as if
by magnet.
seamless alignment
of perspectives,
interests,
passions,
hobbies,
and sartorial tastes;
a transcendent connectedness.
a bond
like no other;
quintessential
kindred spirits.
Date written: 05/03/2023
None of this so new to touch these many things
View an evening hue and know what joy it brings
Inhaled with nostrils flared aroma sweetly drifting
From furnaces aflame with bread as breath of life.
We have walked before the color of these steps,
With lips pursed as if to whistle, fingers poised to
Pluck each thistle; sacrificing moments thick
With paintings from the Artists' stick.
Future or past, we will look again, and wake
To look again, at the blossom or the branch,
Or the fingers of our hand, softly, softly, lost to each,
And standing each, alone; hearts pounding through
Our veins of steel as we feel that vast support again
And become a crimson blossom of the earth before
Our always ends. Now, and now again, hands held
At every crossing, telling every dream when to go
And when to stay. Always we stand between
As cream rising to the top, always rising,
Until a flower bursting forth with unbridled pride.
I can feel the contractions in my heart,
Possibilities keep me from falling apart,
Open your emotions and leave open its eye,
The heart is about to birth new love,
Mother Nature blowing me kisses at night,
Real love has never felt this right,
Leaves falling from trees in jubilation,
The world saw your smile and went to gyration
The future looking bright, reality will never disease us,
A bond touched by the only hand of Jesus,
I have seen mankind worship the future memories that created us,
I silently asked them to give praise to the one above us.
Trying to figure out what this dream mean,
Then again I don’t want to spoil what could have been,
A real fantasy.
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