Over
Are you what I want?
I think so, but then I don’t,
For each time you’ve entered my life,
It seems you’ve left double that amount.
What prevents you from wanting me?
Am I too quiet, too kind?
I can be what you want me to be.

Yet, whom am I kidding,
I’m quite set in my ways.
Our time together is over,
So I’ll now go my own way.
 (4/2/98)
 

Forever a Part of You
One’s love for another can become revitalized once that person is gone.
Physically gone, but not spiritually,
for they remain a part of you,
and indeed become even more a part
 of you due to their absence.
You yearn for them,
a strong yearning which, at times, fades,
but returns with even greater amplitude.
Your memories of their appearance
gradually, yet assuredly become less vivid.
But their character and presence come more
into focus revealing to you continuous glimpses
as to who they really were.
This you relate to, you look to,
and you learn from.
For they are not gone from you,
they are forever a part of you.
(4/7/98)
 

When I’m drowning in my tears
it’s you that saturates my cheeks,
and not the ones below my waist,
behind that thing that always leaks.
(But the chubby cheeks with lots of spots)
But the cheeks with spots and lots of dots
that vanish more and more each day.
 

Its That Thing
Oh great, here it is again,
It’s that thing,
It comes and it goes,
I don’t know when its going to come,
I only know when its here,
It’s that thing.

That sinking feeling is back again,
It’s that thing,
I suddenly become torpid,
Unmotivated, strained and sad,
An uncontrollable feeling,
It’s that thing.

But it’s not really a ‘thing’,
That thing,
It’s not an object that I can fondle,
An item that can be molded,
And shaped to suit me,
That thing.

That thing is not a ‘thing’ at all,
It’s an emotion,
One that I can’t seem to influence,
And one I so often try to avoid,
Like all emotions it’ll fade,
That thing.
 

In the Heaven…
Fear makes it quite unnatural,
To say this with much grace;
For no veil could ever conceal,
The heaven of your face.

It’s the assertion of your kindness,
The epitome of your style,
There is beauty in such excess,
In the heaven of your smile.

Felicity; as though in a dream,
A perpetual bliss of grandeur size,
This and more I’ve seen,
In the heaven of your eyes.
(4/13/99)
 

This Flower
This flower seems so very delicate,
So utterly fragile when it sways,
Yet breezes can not perturb it,
For it’s defiant in its ways.

This flower is everything that pure,
As clean as the rain from above,
Sweetly fragranced with a natural demure,
Each petal a muse of love.

The night has a daunting task,
For this scented charm it must devour,
Yet the abyssal dark still cannot mask,
The infinite beauty of this flower.
 

Implicit Understanding
To see truth in a glimmering eye,
And cast a soul with unerring haste,
Gain love for which you’ll always vie,
And friendship never of waste.

To see truth in a glimmering eye,
And cast a soul with unerring haste,
A heart enriched is never of waste,
With friendship always nearby.