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The Personal Ads
Pages unfolded, dreams blossomed,
Time flowed backward and forward;
Dimensions breathed beyond barriers
And left me wondering in darkness.
As I turned the pages, the personal ads
Raced by. None spoke of lost souls,
None spoke of time's empty echoes.
Then in a flash of eternity you
Stared back at me, a ghostly face
I recognized, a vague resemblance
To one long-dead who always haunted
My dreams, and possessed a mystical,
Magical enchantment from times gone by.
I read the brief bio about you
And wondered what words left out;
If your gentle eyes, your strong features
Were as appealing in reality? Or if
I was creating a chimera from
A black-and-white picture? And if
You were indeed a flesh-and-blood man,
Could I reach across forever, grasp
Your hand in mine, bring you to life?
Pages unfolded, dreams blossomed,
Time flowed backward and forward;
Dimensions breathed beyond barriers
And left me wondering in darkness.
Empty Rooms
The empty rooms of your empty home,
The sad songs of your lonesome echoes,
Are in the long, lonely halls you walk;
Your empty memories reaching backward
Where hurt and pain dwell
In your breaking, grieving heart,
Haunted by the defeat of divorce.
Yesterday is gone, yet you feel emptiness,
Knowing you must accept that loss.
Please, open the windows in your empty home
So warmth and love can fill the empty rooms
With all that you secretly hunger for:
Love, desire and passion in the night.
Wedded Bliss
I want to be swept up
In the arms of you
To sing songs of us.
I want to be lost
In the grand passion
Of what I've never known.
I want to be captured
In your gentlemanly charms,
To surrender to your touch
And be cherished as a treasure.
I want to feel the strength
In the tenderness you offer,
Drown in the deep love
Your blue eyes promise.
I want to live serenely
In the joyous noise of us,
Laugh and cry, shout and sigh,
In the wedded bliss
Of rainbows and kisses.
I want, at last, to die happy
On some dim, distant day,
When our souls fly high
Into the blazing light of free.
Lovely Light
Oh, spring sweet air, beyond compare,
And blossomtime, life is a flower,
Intoxicating lovers with mad desire.
Rolling silver-lined clouds of rain,
The showers soft as lavender evenings.
Peach, plum, pear blooming fragrance
Into misty mornings, drenched and dewy.
Oh, spring upon the land everywhere
And I am dying from the lovely light
That shatters hearts with its ethereal beauty
Like love unwanted or passion unspoken.
