Confined in a box within our visual sphere, we search for direction hoping that it’s near. Clouds confound the senses making life unclear, we run to our horizons but a new will appear. ~ The earth is standing still hurtling through space. Our seconds are but few in this universal race. Feet compound the miles speeding up the pace. Steps left behind we hope will leave a trace. ~ The sun will rise again when yesterday is through. Darkness always follows shrinking our world view. Dreams come into focus when the brain gets a clue. Our eyes both close and open but reality’s up to you.
If to live a life of fantasy, immortality bound and trouble free. Never to be a wannabe, desires fulfilled by decree. What would they be, Oh what would they be? ~ To be an explorer on the open sea, nature bound and living free, the entire world I would see. I’d fulfill life’s destiny. Where would it be, where would it be? ~ An artist perhaps, filling the world with glee, history bound and creating free, painting for all a new reality. Or I’ll write a song with perfect harmony. How will it be, how will it be? ~ Maybe a billionaire on a shopping spree, luxury bound and spending free, rolling about with bling and scree. Or I’d give it all away to charity. What would it be, what would it be? ~ A philosopher would be great, solving life’s mystery, intellectually bound and thinking free, cleaning up mankind’s debris. And debate all who disagree. When will it be, when will it be? ~ But I’m not, I’m just me, homeward bound and mostly free, curious of complexity. Loving and loved I guarantee. Who could it be, who could it be, it’s you and me!
I know not where I’m going but I know where I’ve tread The paths blindly followed only lead to where we’re led ~ The unknown can be scary when comfort is preferred Roads are often rocky best left to the undeterred ~ Some hills will be high with valleys Oh-so deep The ups and downs are free but their cost is surely steep ~ Standing at a crossroad horizons come in view Directions now seem endless The first step’s up to you ~ The easy route taken destinations will appear The choice is yours to make The journey has no fear
Nose to nose and cheek to cheek, hip to hip our passion’s deep. Eye to eye we always see. That I love her and she loves me. ~ With every touch warmth is felt. Whispers shared, our bodies melt. Lips meet and hands hold tight. Sunshine ends our restful night. ~ The days begin with spirits high. Outside we linger beneath blue sky. We plan our day and time free. When together we’ll be her and me.
Days are getting longer, patience growing thin. Optimism’s waning and confusion’s setting in. The world is topsy-turvy, at times looking gray. The blues are getting deeper, shaded every day. ~ A pandemic is upon us, direction is unsure. We sit on pins and needles bleeding for a cure. We’ve masks in the market, sanitizers in the car. Gas at least is cheap. But I’m afraid to go too far. ~ What will be the normal when odd times are behind? Will we be more friendly or simply more unkind? I’d like to be a rebel and make up my own laws. But we’re all in this together, routines now on pause. ~ With leadership sorely lacking and conspiracies on the news, our lives are changed forever regardless of our views. With distance we will live for the future that is seen. But tomorrows will arise closing gaps between. ~ We humans are survivors, our brains lead the way. But time will write our story and we’ve little say. With the pages that we’ve bound created from within. Our chapter, long or short, will tell us if we win.
A love like ours is a love so rare. Each and every moment is love we share. Our body’s drawn to each other’s embrace. Our joy’s seen on each other’s face. ~ Whisper’s amplified and sure to please. Kisses always welcome and returned with ease. Life’s now unimaginable any other way. Yet I love her more than I did yesterday.
The pressure’s on to write another. The question is; why do I bother. I wake each day before sunrise, colors burst before my eyes. ~ From black to purples then reds galore, the depths of each I shall explore. Orange and yellows welcome pale blues, clouds frame the futures clues. ~ Thoughts of dreams now come to light, yesterday’s dread now out of sight. Rhyming words soon fill my head. Verses form when the sleep is shed. ~ I ponder what this day will bring. I’ll sway in time as the birdies sing. I hope a love poem’s seeping in. Thinking of my sweet I start to grin. ~ She slumbers while I meet with dawn. The beauty of each I am drawn. Though today my mind’s a bit a-flutter, perhaps tomorrow I’ll write another.