I softly want to remind you,
That I love you.
That to touch you is my desire,
To care for you is my hope,
To kiss you is my mountaintop,
To see you free is my dream.
I’d like to kindly tell you,
That I love you.
That to support you would be my pleasure,
To hear you laugh my joy,
To carry you when tired my strength,
To extend a hand when you have stumbled, my want.
I’d like to show you,
That I love you.
That through the moments when the storm clouds come,
And the rains pour, the hail pummels our surroundings,
You will not ride the storm alone,
We’ll both be soaked to laugh when the Sun returns triumphant.
Because it’s true…all of it.
I love you.
My heart, my soul, the sweat from my aging brow,
Is yours when you come needing my arrival.
My mind, my moments, the remnants of my aging scars,
Bow to your presence, and the empty space you fill.
She’s beautiful, like a spring forest,
I am unable to speak in her visage,
Fumbling for words, am I,
My own thoughts betray my stoic form.
Soft, like the snow brushed softly on my winter’s canvas,
She’s there, in my soul written through my hand,
I can taste and touch but I cannot feel,
For close though she is, the distance divides us still.
My heart bleeds upon these pages,
Profuse as am I, inconsolable in their desire,
The Magnificent Goddess I cannot embrace,
Yet cannot seem to let go of.
I heard that you loved me, It may have come from the whisper in my ear, As you spread your breath throughout the Universe, Kept me spellbound with the comma that you used. I heard that you loved me, It may have come from a word or two you've written, As the ink you poured from your soul, Streaked upon the stained paper of my mind. I heard that you loved me, It didn't come from what you've done, In your absence I only heard your fear, As you fought one destiny with the sword of another. Because though I heard you loved me, My reality is different from that dream. As I lay my head to rest in the the pasture, I only share myself with blades of grass that save me from the grave. Yes, I heard that you loved me, Perhaps it was an echo from some oath once spoken in a cave, Or some twinkle from a star burned out so many years ago, A man wobbled in his humanity, seeking balance in the shade. For I lived when I heard that you have loved me, And died in the moment written by an empty, outstretched hand, No more to call your name for now I am shouting against the wind, Deafness comes especially harsh to those who wish to hear. Now, I heard that you love me, With every crunching of the stones beneath my feet, As I head west, and you stay east, The Sun now setting, but it surely will rise again.
To dive deep, So deep you are dying, Is to find that you never needed the surface, Or the shore, To truly be alive. We've all been drowning, Our heads held down in the depths, Struggling, fighting for the air we think we need, Lost in unconsciousness, The dream is dying in our darkness. Then we can awaken, Realizing that breath was just a fallacy, That rebirth was the only way, Resurrection is not rising from the dead, Instead, it is life itself that never ends. Rebirth is the only way, To realize you were never born at all, But in your own moment of conception, You became a dream shared by the countless who came before you, A shared lie that somehow we are special in our separateness. The idea of man, that he is but a man, The ideas of man, that it is all but living, We flounder in our forgetfulness and accept our mediocrity, Without ever knowing this is but an agreement we have made, With those who have accepted these things before us. Behold, though, the love you feel, That not-so-subtle reminder, That you know a soul somehow, In a moment's wispy spark, You see what is and what was in a flash. What you feel, unknowing seer of the unseen, Is a Universe igniting, The flash, a beginning of something that has no ending, The spark, a light of something that knows no darkness, The emptiness recognizes itself in abundance. So, be patient with me as I pause in wonder, As I bend to inhale your fragrance, Without ever disturbing a petal or your stem, allowing Nature to do Her thing, I smile in the memory, I could not smell a thing as I was drowning. Acidic is the water as it fills your nostrils, The sting forever echoing in your mind, as you succumb to the silence, Only broken by the sound of your heart beating, Breaking, falling in shards to the bottom of the sea, Scattered about by the currents all around you. The flower...I wish to smell the flower... I wish to dance in the fields once again, Climb the hills and stand on top once again, That view, seeing as far as my eyes will see, If only I could inhale that air once again. Awakened suddenly, I gasp at abundant air, The scent of renewal fills my soul, The fragrance of realization guides me to my stillest place. My heart races in the endeavor, My mind quiets at my holy command. And I see...with my eyes now shut, I can feel her all around me, Her whispers in my ear raising bumps on my skin, Her soft touches bringing my soul to full attention, Her presence filling my body as I inhale all that she is. I realize she is not just the flesh, But a memory...a reminder of who I am when I am awakened, Of a soul shared before the moment I conceived of myself, The moment I felt fractured from who I am, When I was born, the best of me forgotten in their lessons. I realize she is also the flesh, The curves of her body call to me, The subtle was her lips move when she speaks torture my veiled manhood, My heartbeat rises in tune with the rest of me, My nerves on fire as my soul begs for the reunion. What is one cannot be denied, yet what separates us cannot surrender. I enter what surrounds me, our breath joins in the ether. Upon this altar we have gained eternity, yet in this moment of reflection, We may lose heaven, be cast from the Garden forevermore, To roam aimlessly through the deserts of our lives. As the sands scorch my feet, I remember... The cold chill of my ocean, And as I struggle for air in my effort, I remember when there was no air to be had at all, And I smile, For the sweat that flows from my skin will not kill me. I have already died, some would say, And been reborn, Reborn to love her, reborn to love the ocean And the desert, and everywhere in between. Yet, I've been picking at the blisters on my feet, Wondering where the hell I put my shoes. Through the blistering sands we've walked, And the crushing depths for which we, the intrepid, have nearly drowned, We stand tall, and ready for the storm, Not as fodder for the winds to topple, But as warriors who have slain the mighty beasts within. Goodnight, to the dreams we go oft repeated in our slumber, Awakened souls yet prone to the human need for sleep, Gone forever to pass the night alone to another, To discover the wicked, wandering flight we often sail alone, Yet to never lose a moment's passing thought of our certain crashing. A crumbled mess we'll be, Laughing in our misfortune, gazing at the stars together, Hearing distant drums beat in the glow of an evening fire, And we'll turn to each other in surprising synchronicity, Sleeping, drowning, burning souls no more.
When the world has forsaken you, I will be here, strong. When the ocean's waves become too strong, I will carry you to shore. When the driving rains become too much for you to bear, I will shelter you. When the only thing you hear is the echo of your own heartbeat, I will be there to hold your hand. For I am your friend, and I love you. When the night sky is all you see, I will point you in the Sun's direction. When the blinding rays blind you from reality, I will shield you from the light. When the evening chill causes your soul to shake, I will warm you with all that I am. When doubts and uncertainty cause your ground to shake, I will guide you to solid ground. For I am your friend, and I love you. When you feel all alone and the beasts howl all around, I will hold the torch beside you. When the stones begin to fly and the blood begins to flow, I will plant my feet beside you. When the angels flee and the demons come, I will endure, and never leave your side. When the tears flow down your beautiful face, We will shed them together, you and I. For I am your friend, and I love you.
From where I stand, You're beautiful, Like in the way The yellow poplars bloom, Or the freshwater pearls shine in the early morning sun, Or the goldenrod sway in the light spring breeze along a shimmering stream. From where I sleep, You're beautiful, Like in the way The blue moon lights your path, Or the cardinals sing to announce your arrival, Or the viceroys are born to dance about the fields where you play. From where I am, You're beautiful, Please don't change a thing, Live your life so beautifully, Test your dreams by putting your toes lightly in the water, Then jump, and let's swim in joy together, And dance to the sound of the dulcimer. Because... You're beautiful... Not out there like a star to be admired, Or some flower to be picked, But within me where you are, forever... Where you are free to know... You're beautiful.
I heard you angry, I heard you sad, I heard you curse me, I heard you had. I heard your promises, I heard you sigh, I heard the whispers, I heard you lie. In the moments, We all despise, We either drown, Or we rise. I heard you gasp, The surface cracked, But in the end, The will had lacked. So off we go, To the great beyond, The roughest seas, In the smallest pond. A rotted seed, That cannot grow, Will surely die, In the summer snow. I heard you say, All wounds mend, I heard you swear, There'd be no end. I heard your laughter, The stories told, I heard deceit, The truth behold. I heard you breathe, The Sun did rise, I heard you question, Your own disguise. I heard time stop, In pools of blue, Believe me dear, I heard you.