Jealousy ? I'm too old to go there!
Though, on stage lit corners,where bright minds play,
I can't seem to participate
I love watching your mind work, is it admiration?
You turn me on... dam you!!
I love your mind, how quick,
full of wit,
and subtle flirtations shine,
beneath your will
to be sublime.
I'm too lazy,
I'm crystallized,
my thinking encased ,
locked up in some perpetual place
of the unheard,
the unable, self doubter,
a shameful festival of I, me.
But if I might take a moment of your time
to make up something quick,
just to see your eyes with that special glint,
hopeful for a response, is like flying in a dream.
You're always my inspiration, you always have the key,
you unlock me.
Well, its not Protons colliding, or black holes in space,or Parasitism,
Somehow, we work together, without a rhythm.
Just
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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Sunday, June 25, 2006
St. Moritz
White caps race along the shore,
and as the fog lifts above the crusted rocks
the gentle waves sparkle crystalline,
while the bright white sun
shimmers through the haze.
Soft sand squeezes between our toes
as we walk along
hand in hand;
The sky bursts into
splatters of blue and yellow- orange
that shine on our humbled faces.
Morning wakes the pelicans
and as they surf inches above the swell,
we sit and watch them glide.
They swoop down, scooping up
then swallowing whole
mornings first meal.
White caps race along the shore,
and as the fog lifts above the crusted rocks
the gentle waves sparkle crystalline,
while the bright white sun
shimmers through the haze.
Soft sand squeezes between our toes
as we walk along
hand in hand;
The sky bursts into
splatters of blue and yellow- orange
that shine on our humbled faces.
Morning wakes the pelicans
and as they surf inches above the swell,
we sit and watch them glide.
They swoop down, scooping up
then swallowing whole
mornings first meal.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Let Go
If I were light,
streaming across the sky,
I would be filtered out
by the darkening clouds
that follow me here,
on my way down.
This, that surrounds the bright;
the illumination of my being,
once and for all
pushed through a sifter of now-and-then.
Caressed by vapors and salty tears
Bundled up in loving certainty,
And haunted by yesterday's fears.
Now, let go.
streaming across the sky,
I would be filtered out
by the darkening clouds
that follow me here,
on my way down.
This, that surrounds the bright;
the illumination of my being,
once and for all
pushed through a sifter of now-and-then.
Caressed by vapors and salty tears
Bundled up in loving certainty,
And haunted by yesterday's fears.
Now, let go.
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