POETRY: TASTE THE MEMORY OF WHAT IT IS, WHAT IT WAS, TO LOVE

Can't time stand still?
Capture this moment and make us near?
Two hearts that beat far from,
but in this moment,
we stand in unison

2

Near the ocean
The waves engulf the sands
While I write this
Thinking of your hands

At the park
The children laugh and play
While I'm smiling
Thinking of your day

In my bed
The shadows mark the wall
While I'm thinking
Of how you gave your all

In Heaven
The streets are made of gold
While I'm looking down
Watching you grow old

Near the gates
You're finishing your strife
Now we are complete
For everlasting life



3

I close my eyes and dream of you,
can't sleep the whole night through.
Dreaming of You, dreaming of You.

I retire to bed and smell your gown
and in a moment I hear your sound.
Dreaming of You, dreaming of You.

The sound I hear is that of us talking
and then I can see us walking and walking.
Dreaming of You, dreaming of You.

I hold your warm body throughout the night
and behold your beauty, what a wonderful sight.
Dreaming of You, dreaming of You.

I see us praying while holding hands,
were asking the Lord to keep our Love strong.
Dreaming of You, dreaming of You."

What a beautiful feeling to Dream of You,
I will Dream forever, I will Dream of You.


4

I have spent a lifetime
looking at love from angles
not even geometry could explain,

then in the blink of an eye,

I lost all direction.

Like seasons change
I have come full circle
in the moving of winds
that play songs lost to the
rhythm of time.

But, in all of it,
because of you,
for one bright flickering moment,
I have known what love felt like
when laid at my feet
to capture my heart



5

Tender words of love unspoken,
Only divine spirits can hear.
Fragile hearts broken,
Eyes shed a tear.
Faded token:
A lover's kiss.
Eternal desire,
No feelings amiss.
Passion's unearthly fire,
Betrothed souls unite in bliss.



6


Have you tasted the delicious torment of oysters
Let your foccacia bread drip with soft green salted olive oil
Do you know the love of Sushi
and boldly face the wild winds of wasabi

The tellers of the tales
These are unbridaled ocean gifts smashing against the rocks
and found deep in the white and black sands
of beaches I have laid apon

These... the oils of Solomon that drip like mir from lovers hands...
those that touch and those that are forced to say goodbye
Here, find them here, in your breads and oils
Taste the memory of what it is, what it was, to love

Find it there, just there, in that flash of purity
as the oyster hits the back of your throat
There... yes, there when the wasabi flings open your passageways
and you breathe for the first time in your life

Here, yes, Here I am
In all of these as you will always be for me
hidden in tree moss
beneath enormous bolders so strong and large I find I must believe
in miracles, in the wind that catches in my sail, in you and perhaps
in time- even in me.


7

If life's a play upon a stage
then read with me each scripted page.
Perform with me a scene of love,
sychronized as hand in glove.
When arrows fly from Cupid's bow,
play Juliette to my Romeo.

Though I cannot look upon your face
or hold you close in love's embrace,
No mason's work is strong enough
to deny my uttering words of love,
though there may exist a wall between us,
play Thisbe to my Pyramus

If other people intervene
To prevent us playing love's sweet scene
In the silvery garden lit by moon;
we'll come together very soon.
I'll ask, with love words whispered low,
Play Roxanne to my Cyrano.

If not too busy with cupid's bow
to let your honest feelings show
be more than just my dearest friend
if we should meet at river's bend.
I'll bow and ask you very politely
Play Emma to my Mr. Knightly



8

Swaying through life like the pollen flowing continuously
to the next piece of land to rebirth.
Each carried memory drags my spirit further down.
My heart is ripped and dirty, my thoughts are puzzled
and twisted and to look at my face it appears as a clown.
Play the game or be played,
trust if you must but watch the whisper that's next to your ear.
For this shadow, the simpleton can lead your mind into his truth.
The limbs have been burned
your control has been drawn but where has it gone?
The remaining roots of the past;
the light that still seeps in is pulling me outward,
but where is time?
Time to mend my soul
Time to get back
Time for time inside,
for it is time for control
to cover the hole.

This beautiful one, each leaf, each mark, what they are blinded
by may now see the truth and glamour that lays deep inside me.
For the key is the answer
The lock hidden from the cold,
Will bring me up,
My soul mended,
My dreams reality to face this hidden shadow
and soar to the spinning stars where my mind unwinds.


9


You touch me gently,
Sending my heart into a dream,
Where I'm immersed in your love,
Filled with your heart.
You smile at me, so shyly,
Opening my eyes to your beauty,
Astoundingly and wonderfully true,
So precious and captivating.
You whisper sweet words to me
Spinning my thoughts in circles,
Thinking of your soft lips
Kissing me with your gentle kiss.
You look into my eyes
With beautiful eyes that entwine
My thoughts and engulf my heart,
Setting my soul free as a dove.
You say, "I love you"
Capturing my heart,
Stealing my spirit,
Bestowing my heart.