Constant Flame

I feel you walk with me these past days, silently by my side with a touch so unmistakable as

one waiting for the moment I will come to you. When I see you from the shadows I am left

breathless with want and I long to rush to your embrace.  But once again you tell me “wait”

so I wait, my love a constant flame to be carried to you.  When I  come to you, our love will be

as one and all the words hidden in our hearts will be spoken. Your embrace will be my shelter

my embrace your shelter and once again we will lie together with abandon.

Forgotten Words

The words wash over me forgotten from the pages of the book

absent from my pen that longs to write them.

I am lost in you, all words forgotten but the ones that linger

here in my heart waiting for you to hear them.

I am lost in you as I wander through the minutes and hours

from sunrise to sunset, twilight to dark of night.

What is this spell you have woven around my heart.

Weaving Words of the Heart

The last few days have been spent thinking about my love for you. When others look in your eyes they see only the man. When I look into your eyes, I see the man I knew and the man I have once again found. I hear you speak to me and I am overwhelmed. Never have I felt such closeness and though we move parallel in this life our lives cross over and we are bound by something we may never understand. There is so much I have wanted to tell you but I felt it was never the right time. November came and with it the words that would not weave together to say those things that speak softly but say much. Then came December and the snow fell along with my spirit. I could not write words of beauty from such a place, but you were with me holding me with strong hands. Winter followed and the wind blew cold but you were there in my heart. I kept on weaving the words again and again, but realised they could never capture what I needed to say. So now it is spring and the words come. I hear the voice telling me life is fleeting and time is a precious gift. So I write to you now, crafting what I hope will be all that it should be. Perhaps you will understand at once when you read my letter, one filled with words only you and I alone can hear.

                  Did he appear,
              because I fell asleep
                thinking of him?
              If only I’d known I was dreaming
              I’d never have wakened.

                 Ono no Komachi

Silent Heart

Come to me my love

for here I wait and wait again

in the soft cover of night

where we meet in shadows

memory drifting into dreams

dreams drifting into life.

Here you will find me

the whisper of our words

gracing the night with sounds

that fill my silent heart.

Measure of Love

Today it is as if I hear the whispers of your heart wrapping around me, touching me the with the softness I so long for. Your heartbeat measures the rhythm of each breath I take and though I travel without you by my side you are with me. I have dreamt of you both young and weathered by the years, the tenderness and passion I feel unchecked by the passage of time. This bond I have with you goes without description for how can you tell another of a love so strong and beautiful, one that defies the boundaries of this life. You hear the words I speak, this I know. One day you will know full measure of the love they bear, a love that will travel through the hours and days, waiting for no other.

It’s Just Me

The early morning seems to make me feel your presence the most. I suppose I will never know why, but right now I feel you so close.  I wish I could tell you what you mean to me, not flowery words or adolescent ideals, just what I feel.  Sleep is calling and I just can’t find the words to say you are all I need, no matter what you do or where this life leads you. No matter how others choose to see you, I see the man inside, the one who will always have my heart. It’s just me loving just you. That’s all I can say as I go off to bed with hopes of you in my dreams.

She’s Like the Swallow

Come Silently Like the Moon

O, my love
Come silently in the middle of the night
As gliding moonlight

With your tender touch
Bring sweet dreams to my eyes

O, my love, never again
I will need to open the door,
Come quietly through the door of my heart
Be there forever in my sweet memory

Come as the fragrance of un-blossomed flowers
Swaying in the evening breeze
Sing out my name over and over again
Like love-stricken evening bird in the wilderness

Come as tear drops in my eyes
Whisper in my ears like soothing tune of flute
Come as my lost love
O my ever lost love
Be there as eternal pain in my heart.

Nazrul Islam 1899-1976

By Night The Moon

Someone once told me how you were put here to help me learn, a thought I had trouble embracing. As I sat thinking about this last night, I realized in some part they were right. You were put here I am certain to help me learn about love. All my life I have been quick to rush into situations thinking it was love and only afterwards realizing it was not. After enough of what love was not, I put my heart under wraps for many years. I used to think perhaps I had kept it locked away too long, but I know now it was waiting for you. You have taught me the value of time, the depth and intensity of love. I have learned to go slow, savoring all that love can be, and take small moments as  gifts. My thoughts were many last night and I realized perhaps this is all I will get in this life, a love seen through a window, our words like a soft breeze brushing by us, fleeting moments of time recaptured.

My heart waits in a garden walking the stone path that leads to a door. This door opens unto the shadow of my dreams. As I stand shrouded by the plants and flowers of this garden I watch your life pass by. I know at times we hear each other, connecting if only for a moment. If you stop, you will find me there, in a touch, a whisper or a tender moment unexplained, my words hanging on the air like the scent of flowers on a summers night.

One day I will step from the garden and you will remember, a knowing opening from deep within and you will come with me. Here all that we knew will return to us. By day I will be the water and you the wind that moves me. By night I will be the moon and you the stars shining down on the garden where love has waited so long.