POETRY: WATCHING YOU SLEEP

As I sit here watching you sleep
watching you breath freely, smoothly
watching your chest rise and fall from your careless breathing
all your worrys are faded away
all dreams are coming true in the land of the everlasting
as I sit here watching you sleep
I know you are safe
I know there is nothing to worry
I know you are my love

PART II
My Love, your enchanting beauty and tender spirit, entrance me.
The sunlight exposes all that is beautiful in the World,
Though vivid and tender images of you are all I can see.
When I look into your lustrous face, my darling,
I see the face of a radiant angel.
You?re reminiscent of all that is bright and lovely in the world.
I need not see the other splendors of the world surrounding me.
The beauty of your luminous face is like a brilliant sunrise,
It is forever burned into my eyes,
Into my mind and has warmed my heart.
You have shown me a beauty like no other I have ever seen.
A kind of beauty one could find only in a dream or perhaps in heaven.
You're my dream come true and my Heaven on Earth.
Thoughts of you invade the sunlight of my day.


PART III
We spend our whole life
from beginning to end
searching for what we
know not...
Something we know we lack
yet can't quite grasp, just beyond reach,
tantalizing us with whispers
of joy realized...
In our life of struggle
we find detours to what
we think might lead us
to this perfect place...
Stopping only to realize
it was but a shadow
of what we seek.
The search continues...
Some stop the search
and never continue,
as fear of being alone has forced
the burden of loving...
Seeing with eyes, but not looking
deep within the heart
For to look deep is to know...
The heart holds
but a drop of emotion
in what should be
an endless sea of love...
At some point we grasp
the fundamentals of this perfect life
yet to be realized and know we need
what we lack in ourselves...
We need our kindred spirit
the one we lost before the search began,
and only now do we have a clue
as to what we need...
It was only now that we are evolved
and understand enough to find out
what makes us able to have the key
to unlock what was always ours...
But beyond reach, once we found
our own perfect key in another,
and became as one to unlock the door
of fear and resignation...
Move beyond into hope
and endless possibilities
for those that dare to follow their hearts
Nirvana awaits...

PART IV
Is it the way the morning dew
kisses velvety rose petals?
Is it the way the wind
wispers to the leaves of a tree?
Is it the way the moonlight
gently caresses the water?
Is it quite simply
the way you look at me?