A gentle breeze rustles down below,
these trees, bushes and me.
I walk in tempered warmth and sunlight,
controlled and manipulated by the sea.
My mind quickly escapes with the blowing breeze,
and an empty mind is drenched with an afternoon shower.
It passively wonders through the fields
and weaves between the buildings.
Rising slowly till it stands aloft with the compass
pointing skyward towards the Lord.
But even you, obelisk of salvation, stand so low
compared to the mind that is not weighted
by the body of man in your service.
But free to wonder and soar, ever higher,
drawn to the light of my sun, and its pull.
The light and warmth of my day,
untouchable by outside manipulations;
Incorruptible by the seas of my life.
But you are an ever moving star,
an escaping beauty in motion.
By your speed or mine do we grow farther apart,
but in this respect I am ignorant; suffering.
A fading light where I derive my love and comfort.
Only to escape from me in some cruel twist of irony.
A man who chases a fading star,
will end his life in darkness.
Not for there is vanity in chasing such a goal,
Such a desire, a fulfillment to quench a void.
A temporary quenching
for a lifetime of darkness to follow.
But I chase after you, furthering my distance,
then closing it in my dreams.
And you who I thought was ignorant of me,
ran from me in knowing; out of choice.
And so my striving, my yearning, my desires
based upon some misconception; a lie-
the very fuel to my existence- has been exhausted
the flame, my flame, has been snuffed out.
And so I stop here on the road; down this path.
I cease to chase, I no longer wish to follow.
I watch you finally in motion, your natural course.
You are setting now on my life; humorous respite.
Of so many stars I could have followed,
their lights and warmth far greater then yours,
their kindness, by some possibility, eclipsing your own.
They greater in all things then you, and yet,
I saw in you something that excludes you from all others.
Some definition that differentiated your from everyone else.
For your warmth was not the warmest, nor your light brightest,
but you were my whole, my completion.
For as you are so am I, only I am the chaser and you my star.
To whom you may be the chaser of some other star,
and this is our infinite cycle, our dance to waltz to.
But not together, not any more.
You will one day find the star to complete your constellation,
and I will dwindle in my light and fade.
Until I am no more: once again to return to the void;
my unquenchable understanding of what once was.
"And every time I see you cry,
Oceans pour out of my tears.
And every time I see your eyes,
All red and puffed up for me,
I get the feeling of total regret,
And my life doesnít seem worth living anymore."
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Morning Some soft touch upon a gentle cheek.
A skimming finger slides on silken skin.
You curl up unperturbed.
A strand or two, rebelled from the rest;
Effortlessly they are brushed aside.
And the light, gracious light,
Reflects off a grace filled sight.
A sigh is made; breath stolen.
Your breathing is soft,
You rise with each breath;
And each pulse returns your petite nature.
The elements that are hidden,
Your good laugh, and sharp eyes,
Are but treasures that neednít searching.
For as close is your heart,
Touching mine in this life,
So too are your wondrous riches.
And the smile, unrevealed,
Is but patience concealed,
That once seen, the waiting means nothing.
And the eyes like the bird,
Whose thousands eyes are creased over
When fanned out brings awe and sublimity.
You are a beautiful case, with all the worlds gold.
And I have the key to unlock you.
But who am I to traverse, to awake with a verse,
The beauty you willed concealed.
So Iíll gaze from afar, though you and I are so near,
And I shall await the awakening of my joy,
The rise of my dawn.
Sonnet 1 Be still most constant hum, rambling sound.
Your beat is so to never leave me be.
And it is not that which within me resounds,
But binds my soul to never let it free.
Oh for if in silence you were made to dwell
And yet your form you would keep still,
Itíd be your form then silence which would me swell,
And my dim lit soul slowly kill.
For you I have attributed it thus
The ecstasy of a wingless flight.
But when this fantasy of mine busts,
And then I am an iniquitous sight.
I will to have and yet will to let go,
All that I am and of you forgo.
Sonnet 2 I wish you were a more talkative man.
I wish you were not one to keep it veiled.
I wish you would at times give me your hand,
To aid you when the world to thee assailed.
I longed for you to be of open thought.
I hoped you would have been freer of verse.
I mourned the times when you and I had fought,
And by our fault made our relations worse.
I truly do beseech of your forgiveness.
I do so upon my hands and knees.
There is no greater sadness I can express.
Nor greater want for God my guilt to seize.
Yet though I am not one to want or ask, save this
Grant me reprieve; this folly I shall not miss.
Sonnet 3 All at once I found myself a place,
And deep within the confines of my mind,
I knew its beauty was not in its face
For it was something greater of its kind.
I knew by some fools chance to have it so,
Was but a dream for a hopeful child.
Yet there I stood, yearning was my soul.
I sought in vain to make the feeling mild.
I fear to sleep, not nightmares but for dreams.
Where there Iíd wonder aimlessly and turn
At the sound and then the end itís seem,
But by my err your beauty would return.
You are the state of my most wanting glee.
Yet to take part would forevír enslave me.
Sonnet 4 The day begins in creeping silent dark
Where many think the light would follow through.
Yet the day has long from its port embarked,
And the night has long bid its adieu.
The clouds that found no reason for them to leave
Have deeply settled on the ground below.
And with the mist and fog deny reprieve
From all life, and in the darkness wallow.
The hours pass and bleaker the day becomes.
It starts to rain, the water does all but better.
It seems today that God his goodness has shunned
As the day goes on and only becomes wetter.
Per chance it looks this day would all but give
Us hope when we seek not but to live.
Sonnet 5 What is not mine but all of yours to call?
What can you claim that I dare not speak of?
What is by perception lofty great and tall?
Defined and carried by beautyís eloquent dove?
What for some is a liberating key?
Yet for me is a grounder of my feet?
What of you is so hard to see?
For what you are is a binder of my wings.
I see them high above the ocean waves.
Their wings are spread across the land below.
The song they sing frees the soul at bay.
A liberating cry, an unshackling arpeggio.
But in this sea of love I drown.
For as I swim up, my body drifts down.