We’ve been together for a thousand years.
Off and on.
Through wives and lovers,
Friends and others.
Husbands and enemies under covers.
You waited on the mountain top.
Seated under the pines watching the waves crash
While I frolicked with the sirens.
Knowing they are but a diversion.
Somehow I feel your pain.
Like two broken flowers
Along separate paths.
Trampled by the same careless foot.
Marching off to a misunderstood destination.
An old man watches me through my mirror.
It couldn’t be clearer,
His days are gone.
Like his old hippie song.
Old man staring.
Still wanting, still caring.
Like the mirror’s a door.
And his eyes just a whore
Lost in the past.
Where time moved too fast.
And men would fight for the right to
Want something more.
If I could define the line,
Between reality and
What is mine.
Nothing would clearly
Me to an ideal that is
In my mind.
I read your lines
And they stimulate
Relinquishing all that is known.
I desire your light like a vision to the formerly blind.
A child that once was grown.
Today a flower cried
Because the moonbeam lied,
About a love the bumble bee tried to hide
From the all too nosey thorny rose.
I have nothing
But 26 letters
And 12 notes.
I create my entire universe.
The image grows stronger
As the poem grows longer.
Yet, the photos never change.
My perception slightly rearranged
Makes your beauty more…
Intriguing every day
Drinking, laughing, talking like never before.
Bonding as the storm raged outside the door.
Guitars like lightning, thunder to the beat of a drum.
We were all a bit closer when the night was done.
Without you I have no motivation
To rumage through mediocraty
Not worthy of contemplation.
A disguise lies in your eyes.
A surprise that defies our ties.
One cries as the other flies.
One watches as the other dies