Lifeline

There will come a day,
When I can look upon,
Their relationship,
And say, in my experience.
Until then, I will continue,
To watch in awe,
As they deem one another,
Poetically united: a lifeline.

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He’s Lovely

I may not wholeheartedly agree with this man’s first two sentences or the last thought on this subject, but the meat in the middle is the woman I continue to see when I look in the mirror. The only woman I’ve ever wanted to be…

I’m sorry I’ve been quiet as of late. There hasn’t been much room in my head for poetry.

I’ve missed y’all so much.

~Aud

The Wait

I read of poets past
with infinite belief
moments come upon us,
often urging we repeat:

Confusion
Regrets
Joys
Happenings,

lessons learned from life,
retold by she, him and them,

possibly, even me.

Asked to compose again,
so that maybe this time
experience will prove, we feel.

If,
probably,
what occurs,
this time,
just isn’t chance
but a path, prepared,
for us.

A You

If I closed my eyes and saw simple perfection,
there would be a you.

Words sought by princess’, over hills around mountains, were written
and shared by you.

Dreams play out in forms of melodies I’ve never heard,
but belong to you.

Pools of tears welling up
and lying fearless in my eyelids
await you.

Happily ever after didn’t exist
in plain surroundings,
until the belief of you. 

Now I seek every moment,
listening humbly,
for a you.