POETRY: IN MAGICAL MOMENTS

 Love, it defies my definition
Save it's my obsession
My desire for you
Why, I know not
You were my unfulfilled
fantasies
My most inner, deepest desires
That was the beginning

And then the
fantasies were
fulfilled
In magical moments
of delightful melodies
That was then . . .

And now, well it's
different
In fulfillment, you --
became my soul
And my soul was yours
Our minds fused in
a loving intermingling
Blood in blood,
warm and fresh

Our lives became real
And the fantasy
became life
I feel every breathe,
every gasp, even --
the slightest
reflection
of your mind

Such communion and
yet . . .
It seems improbable
Our places have been
apart ten thousand
years
Our lives so different
Yet . . .
We know each other
intimately
And in intimacy we
discovered what
we already knew

So if I ask:
Love, what is love?
I can say simply:
we are love





We all need it
deep down in our soul,

Someone to love
someone to hold.

A gentle touch,
a listening ear...

To let us know
that love is near.

Love is all
but just a word,

That lingers on
yet seldom heard.

Love cannot be
bought or sold...

A timeless treasure,
Love is gold.




A Man and a Woman;
both torn in between the cracks of compassion
Two Souls
combined in a universe of faltering emotions.
The Woman,
with no question, nor uncertainty of what she tastes.
The Man,
who builds up confusion as a wall, turns his head the other way.
The Woman,
brought into a world where her senses are consumed by love.
The Man,
who may never want to venture a good thing,
And fails to face
what the woman really wants and craves.
If he allows her to enter his world,
he allows her to love him unconditionally...
The woman,
in awe of his existence alone, but heart broken,
For she has already entered that world,
and cannot turn back.
Frustration soaks up inside of her,
only to bring disillusion.

Two Souls
combined in an eternally powerful relationship...

One, a Woman,
who gives her heart in despair, because she fears his loss,
Scared she will loose his spirit,
his heart, his insight, his totality
To something he is not sure of,
or does not crave as much as she does.

Another, a Man,
who might have given up on what could have been true love,
But has not given up
on what is and always will be a secure friendship.
Grateful to have met such a unique woman,
but blinded to what she desires.

And so, in the end...
Two Souls
are combined and tied in a sturdy, never-ending friendship...
But soon, passion is bound to creep out from it's hiding place,
and bound to find a way
Into the combined souls of the Man and the Woman,
never to disappear and always to remain a part of them.
Destiny has chosen them to meet,
but they must choose what path to take,
And that path will impact them both for eternity...



I have drifted about never knowing it's meaning,
As many others, I do suppose.
Countless centuries of attempted definitions,
And lifetimes of imagined impressions.

I have found it or it has found me,
This wondrous and fervent emotion.
Not tangible they say - I beg to differ,
I have embraced it and will not let it go.

It is within my heart and throughout my soul,
A warm blanket around me in a cold world.
My heart is dancing in heaven,
My feet struggle to reach for the earth.

More questions than answers it poses,
Yet the answers are the questions themselves.
Never will I forfeit this magnificent state,
For now that it has arrived, it is mine forevermore.

Not is it the words, nor is it the actions,
Nor is it the acquisition of another?s adoration.
It is merely the exhilarated confirmation to myself,
That I am capable of feeling such brilliance.