Sometimes I feel like am holding on to you,
Making you hold on to me,
By desperately haunting
Your dreams and musings.
Putting my love out there,
For it enough to graze the fabrics
Of your cotton shirt.
Have you ever enjoyed the distant pain
So much so that,
it’s like music playing,
As you soar through this earthly life?
As this sweet torment continues
it makes you wonder,
Is life really anything more than being
Intoxicated in the sufferings of love?
Sinking into the armchair, comfortable in its leathery texture,
Is it often that one wonders why life moves in circles and back?
To the same love and routines,
To the same scars and dreams.
As the train whistles by,
One might wonder at the way cards merge together after a shuffle,
Of the oneness in chaos and the peace in the worldly mess.
As these days roll by,
It is easy to wonder at the beauty of details,
Hidden in the wholeness of this existence.
Let the mind wander away.
Free, being and in this life,
We might get many lovers but you’ll always remain mine.
For your love, I’d never get enough of it.
For your love, I’d go the distance and circle back.
For your love, I’d repeat everything again.
Even when don’t meet, we are not far apart.
To a connection this intense, why ain’t there a sign?
To be lost in your dreams and pain,
Isn’t that all I want?
To be lost in your heart and mind,
Isn’t that all I need?
Drowned in your eyes from the beginning of time,
What more can I ask for?
If this existence is a sin, you’re my pardon.
As the words ebbed and flowed, silence between the pauses,
Curious glances as the comfortable energy drifted between us,
Would it be a shame to keep loving you?
My sun, my warmth and my love.
Were words a reason to keep looking at you?
Reflections of us in the window and goodbyes followed,
Is it too soon to say or too late to realize,
That my feminine blooms in the presence of your happiness.
Moments stuck in the anarchy of time,
Bound by souls with sweet loving despair.
I wouldn’t be a poet, if not for you
For your words soothes my soul and makes me hope,
I wouldn’t be an artist, if not for you
For your being inspires me and loves you more,
What can be done except accept this as it is, as life is,
Like the wide blue sky and the deep oceans, existence deny all reasons,
A part of myself that I yearn for are in the moments shared with you,
Moments long gone but perfectly intact in the memories of time,
Then again, Is love love if not friendship?