Love

I know that the title is so ununique, but so is pouring your heart out in a song. Though, in reality my heart is full of blood, figuratively it is full of love that is what we say when asked to tell.

It used to be enough to want
to feel your loving touch
then I yearned for you to hold
and make me feel secure.
But, now I want to kiss you
talk about forever
I no longer need to ask if
this is love.

So, this is it?
This is love
the kind that saves us from ourselves
and makes us one no longer two
 although we knew.
We never actually said it
this is love

Nothing lasts forever
I cannot agree
just look at you and me.
Nothing lasts forever
unless it's me and you.
Unless tyhat love is true
True love is not as rare as we been taught to think
it is not a coincidence that we are both alive
 even if no one said that
 this is love.

More of an idea to revolutionize

Rooted in love,
My gaze is fixed on you
And my arms are stretched out still.

He doesn't need an idol
Worshiping the air that
Carries thoughts and images
Uninvited to the center of this home.

The head is the source of direction
And so it leads the way,
But home is where the heart is.
And you have my heart.

I'm torn, I'm torn
Disected, torn apart
The body must be whole
While the eye is single to Love

Rooted deep in mystery
Revealed only in truth
And so I nearly drown
Trying to soak up the evidence
As it presents itself.

But, stop! I see a photo
That reveals a smile
I thought was gone
The trick is to keep
It is smiling like the sun
So I must not displease.

Free spirit?

My body is restricted
It cannot speak the words
That might turn your ears to hear
The things I'm Bound to say.

Put two in a fishbowl
That do not get along
And you will see in visual
The words I put to song.

My heart still seeks a happy home,
Somewhere it can rest.
We could live forever In your embrace,
Beating in your chest.

I hear this talk of soulmates
And though it'd never do
It suggests my heart and soul
Both belong to you.

My soul is silent unless I let it win
And for that I would die.
Who am I?

January 2013

It's strange how friendship finds us,
Hidden as ourselves.
Carefully chosen threads
Make casually knitted sweaters.
Yours is green, almost black
But hidden in the hue
Is a brilliance I can see
Unique only to you.
Mine is red
The darkest kind
So velvety deep
You'll never find It's likeness
On this world or next.
A frosty ocean coral
Spews liberal froth
On waves of dew
That sparkle in the
Dead of night
Like tiny stars
Under the current spell.

What is beauty to the blind?
When they seek what do they find?
Perhaps, it is an inward quest
To seek the good and find the best.

Tis strange how I can be inspired
And see with human eyes
The things that last forever,
What do you see?

A billion little birds
Peck throughout the day
And the masses asked
What did that birdie say?

Entertain us all
Your gift with words
Can make us move our feet
It makes me laugh and dream of things better left with sleep.

Off the top of my Head:
This isn't a poem, it is just a thought that remains and my energy doesn't. And like that it has gone. Until we meet again, dear thought, oh, dearest thought of mine.