She

She is the first touch of heavenly love in all its intensity, and fragility. When I wanted to scream yet all teach silence, when I wanted to love, yet too afraid to let go. Story of an angel that knows our inner secrets, thoughts, in a world that signified nothing, only your words beyond ring.

She warns, she stands out, beyond comprehension, true intension. She is passion that challenges, asks for attention, by her strength, excites and disturbs, most intense power that overcomes disturbance. She is blood spilled for my freedom, tied by integrity and exception, she is another dimension. Warning of chaos, first color of the coming sun, she is the one. Rulers signature, stamped on a soul in red. She is dominant, eminent, she transcends by her openness and elusiveness. She is my scream, my past present and future, endless sensitivity, vulnerability, restraint, gentleness. She is my gift.

Published: 2006
Pages: 370

Download Now

Description

In story of good and evil, I place,
That by disgrace I can’t replace,
There is only one part that stays,
It only your ways still conveys.

Leaving I to but question cling,
Answers that someday may bring,
To tomorrow I go, to little more,
To that I don’t know from before.

Mea Culpa

Yours is warmth, easy comfort,
By you it comes swiftly restored,
I can die and from here vanish,
She’ll faded color mine replenish.

Since then, ahead I look not,
Pointing up is piercing thought,
Beneath your warmth I become,
To this flower you are the sun.

By softness such, pulled to a glow,
What you do is all I wish to know,
On you I feed, sweet and humble,
Knowing that run fast do stubble.

When left alone, into the clear,
Just to a prospect yours be near,
Maybe it is you, I’ll again invite,
When I claim right of your sight.

By it I can still take a world cold,
You I hold, you wore my gold,
There, by silence upon I you call,
To enthrall, where fruitful is all.

Another Kind of Love

I never could see you coming,

For this, none are as stunning,
I did not know that your oath,
Was only here, it is for us both.

With nurturing guidance so true,
I feel you my fleeing wish pursue,
Heartbeat, echo of dream you be,
Two clocks ticking sequentially.

As two feet, to one another look,
Page ripped out of my only book,
Existence of love serves purpose,
Mark to in press, none can surpass.

You Know Me