if you played the guitar, I’d listen
watch your fingers sort the notes
classic bass tones mutter,
they’re the ones I love the most
if painting was your passion
topography comes to mind
blues depicting life in detail
I’d sit pretty within the sky line
if the voyage across the seas
called you away; waking the beast inside
use your mind, I’d plea
wouldn’t be like you to hide
if photography was your passion
and you found me teary-eyed in wonder
nature hook’d a poetess of attraction
and to know her is to love her
There will come a day,
When I can look upon,
And say, in my experience.
Until then, I will continue,
To watch in awe,
As they deem one another,
Poetically united: a lifeline.
our eyes never meet
our minds connect simultaneously
our bodies fight off retreat
because its eerie
here we are together,
There, if you listen surely
You will hear a siren’s song for mercy
The tone as mesmerizing as she is
It will cause you to question this reality
Her reality, and
The reality of those who do not hear her.
Who is the chosen one?
He who hears, understands the song and watches over her,
Or the others who are blessed with the ability to move along, oblivious?
Might it be them.
No battle sworn into, not fated through the sea, nor deprived of who she really is…
the purpose of future,
dear one, shall always be
the promise of offering
reveal yourself, hear my revenant whisper
there will be no one else
quite like you, accept
life’s spirited blessing.