POETRY IT WAS YOU YOU...

There is no begining, no end.
There is only the moment.
Here hope has existence,
peace has meaning,
and love fills
my very heart and soul.

2

Thunder is rolling here. Night is still out and lightning rips the sky. You can feel the power of the storm...It is wonderful feeling so much power, like rage going thru the sky, fearful, but at the same time glorious, beautiful, sensuous, stimulating...fear and love wrapped together as one. The power is the same...as the raging storm. It makes you tremble with a passion you have never known before. Each pore of your body responds to the caress of the storm, the rolling thunder, the electrical charge of the air, it is breathtaking, it is stimulating, it is sensuous, this fear and desire in one...this forbidden yet attainable...this powerful storm...of love and rage, we share for such a brief time, in the expanse of the ages, but for eternity in our memories. Hidden in our hearts in the secret place we never reveal, but where we go to reflect upon the storm...of passion that we feel, that none other will ever know or share with us...the beauty of it...the sensuous calm of it...the infinite pleasure of this raging storm...forever in anticipation...of the moment when the rain will fall and I will know that you also feel this storm...


3
In the morning,
When you wake up,
Breakfast in bed
In front of you,

I will kiss you softly,
Like the kiss that you do;
I will hug you tightly,
Like no one else can do.

Even as we grow old,
I will always be here.
You will not feel alone,
As long as I am here with you.




4
Beyond my wildest dreams
we have touched...
a tangled web of love
weaved to the point of perfection.

we have smelt the fragrance of
passionate juices flowing from
orchids of intimacy.

we have tasted the sweetness of
each other on the tips of our tongues.

we have seen forever in each other's eyes.

we have heard the rhythm of each other's heart
echoing the strongest of desires.

Beyond my wildest dreams our senses are on fire.



5
At times I sit and ask myself the question,

why do I love you?

Why does the wind blow?

Why does the sun shine?

Why do the birds sing with such grace?

Why does the rain fall down on my face?

Why does the earth spin?

Why does the water reach the shore?

And please tell me...

why do I love you like I do?




6
As you look into her window,
you see her sitting there
looking at herself in the mirror,
tears falling from her beautiful brown eyes
onto her rosy red cheeks.
She seems to have lost her ability to love.
She once knew how it felt to love and to be loved,
but as she awoke in the middle of the night, crying...
It's gone, it's gone, it'll never come back.
Just like that scary dream,
her whole feeling of love was gone,
vanished into the dark hazy night,
never to come back.
Not understanding why a beautiful angel
isn't capable of loving...
How can that be?
Is it possible that she loved someone too much?
No one will ever know
how she became known as a Crying Angel,
but now every time you come across her,
she will be sitting in front of her mirror, crying,
praying love will come back to her.
She is tired of being a Crying Angel.


7
You stir in me such strong desires
my passion awaits to be set free,
Your touch, I fantasize puts me on fire
Like the rolling waves, our love starts out slowly
builds, then rushes to shore
Your scent, the taste of sweet desire
makes my body yearn for more
My mind gets lost in oblivion
as we journey toward the yellow moon
Our hearts seek new adventure
new dreams begin inside this darkened room
Like stars our bodies shimmer
as we romance in burning candlelight
Your body lying next to mine, touching
entwined together feels so right
Your eyes they capture my innocence
Fire, passion, embracing, loving
moving, kissing, sensing,
When we finally reach the moon
our hearts in mindful lock and keep
We'll embrace ourselves in each other's arms
in peaceful dreams we sleep....



8

It was you in the window
of my mind's wandering
In the mists
of a morning's softness
There among the flowers
reaching out to grasp the dew
Carpets of gold and blue
And you in white clouds
wandering in the dawn

It was you in my wandering
Gliding through the whispers
The roses of love,
blushing in their pink innocence
And you smiling
in quiet contemplation
of life's wonders
Yes, it was you in white
reflecting a morning's softness

It was you, you --
in the delightful dawning
Wandering in love with love
among the gold and blue
Caressing the rose in innocence, pink
Yes, you in love
A Spring sprung dance of delight
to greet my dream, my longing
Yes, it was you



9

How can I assume that
You are right here, beside me?
My world is gloomy without you,
Darkness and demons!
Wherever you are,
Please
Come back
And touch me with your love.
I am losing my faith...
Give me hope,
Give me faith,
Give me your love.

Years seem to have passed,
And I have shed a thousand teardrops
Just because I miss you,
Just because I miss your arms around me...
To hold me with a kiss in your eyes,
To love me with truth and love in your soul.

I miss you.
I miss your smile,
The way I used to look into your eyes,
Delighted with the stars inside,
The way you used to touch me with your love.

It is incomprehensible to make
This crazy world understand.
Only we together
Know how much
We care for each other.
The day
You took me in your arms,
I felt your heart beat,
I heard the rythm
Of your heart,
And you were speaking to me!
Oh! I do not care
For this thankless, crazy world,
But want to spend the rest of my days
Till my last breath departs
In your caring and loving arms.
I miss you extremely
And I love you eternally.