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Is
this love?
What
is in your eyes?
It’s
as if I saw a comet
coursing
through the skies.
The
lights are getting brighter.
In
each pupil it seems clear.
Perhaps
they are but shining,
as
the reflections in a mirror.
Is
love light really glowing
or
has reason taken flight?
It’s
terrible not knowing,
if
what I think is right.
Is
this love?
What
is in your voice?
Although
you chatter aimlessly,
my
ears and eyes rejoice.
Can
one express the wind
when
the sea begins to churn?
Is
it my imagination
as
I watch those fires burn?
When
the tempest rises,
there
is something else to fear
--one
more thing to ponder
as
your lips are very near.
For
what is in your smile,
which
is more than a mere grin?
Could
mystery so beguile me
and
hide a secret sin?
Is
it practical in my cloudy mind
to
actually know what’s right,
while
I’m drowning in your gaze
and
captured by its light.
And
with your breath so close
do
I turn away and flee?
Can
one escape the tide
or
be swept up by the sea?
Is
all my great elation
and
captive eyes ablaze
mere
one-way emanations?
Am
I now still in a daze?
Can
the touch yet so deceive
that
it interprets what I dream?
Can
a voice make me believe,
while
captive eyes so scheme?
That
all your wondrous qualities
have
not a sacred name.
In
each pupil I saw a galaxy
now
reflects a shallow flame.
That
one and all as mysteries swell
the
apathy will show.
Imagined
there, will inkling tell
what
I cannot bear to know.
Then
why all these questions
when
I don’t really want to see?
I
would rather be in somnolence
and
trust my reverie.
Oh
what is love
but
a bit of fire and smoke
to
blur the eyes and trick the ears
to
become a chagrin joke?
If
I the errant wanderer be
must
test my wild surmise,
I
shall cast my gaze and gamble thus
when
I see those captive eyes.
Love’s
Command
Can
one cancel the wind
or
stand against the tide?
Is
it possible to comprehend
that
my love could ever die?
When
long ago by carefree storm,
as
a sapling I was found,
you
picked me, like monsoons warm,
then
tossed me to the ground.
But
I got up upon my knee,
then
slowly crept to stand.
I
knew it was my destiny
to
yield to love’s command.
Can
one ignore the light,
though
gone, not feel the fires
and
so far from lover’s sight
not
remember these desires?
When
long ago the storm moved out
what
was left in me will burn.
Until
consumed by time or doubt,
I
shall wait for your return.
Essence
Jewels
are the eyes of just anyone
and
eyes are impossible dreams.
Sapphires
or diamonds with the glint of the sun,
all
can deceive with luster and beams.
But
beyond the crystalline around
we
can pinpoint inner fire.
The
sensual warmth of blue or brown
does
not show love’s desire.
It
is the gaze that is fondly held
upon
the loved one’s face.
Within
each pupil love has filled
a
change has taken place.
Touch
It
is the touch that shall manifest
what
the eyes and voice have told.
If
we love, it’s time to test
whether
the touching hand is cold.
If
it is hot when the room without
is
the same as it was before,
then
without a doubt the eyes and voice
have
greater love in store.
Instant
of Love
Loving
eyes in a moonlight night
reflect
celestial rays.
Beneath
a crown of lunar light
they
share a peaceful gaze.
As
they look into my eyes,
my
heart begins to toll.
With
tender truth or gentle lies,
they
burn into my soul.
The
face beneath the moon
then
shares its cosmic smile.
Arms
reach out very soon
to
hold me for awhile.
Teasing
lips part slightly,
as
my pulse begins to race.
Warm
breath blows lightly
from
that tender cherub’s face.
I
feel that body pressing
into
the hollow of my arms,
a
slow and subtle caressing,
as
I share those secret charms.
Brown
Eyes
from
a warm yet vibrant soul.
Beneath
a nest of raven’s hair
they
softly share their glow.
So
lightly do you speak your mind,
with
great depth in your gaze.
In
that look, so gentle and kind,
I
see the rapture of my days.
I
see a meaning undisguised
to
all my lovelorn schemes.
In
the quiet majesty of your eyes
are
the lanterns of my dreams.
Heart
What
is it that cries out
like a lonely spirit of the night,
that,
although we can’t here it,
our mind can feel its might?
We
feel the throbbing deep inside,
as
we reflect upon our pasts.
Though
in our heads we can hide
in
our chests the memory lasts.
Why
is it that inevitably
when
certain friends walk by,
we
can cover our feelings so they can’t see,
but
deep inside we hear it cry?
Something
soft touches it, to us appealing,
invoking
a familiar name,
until
we can no long hide that feeling
and
recall a forgotten flame.
What
is it that cruelly upon us lets it abide
the
memory of each day,
but
sweetly lets if fade inside,
until
it goes away?
Something
new will come along
and
make us forget the rest.
Oh,
what is it that like a poem or song
we
can hear it at its best?
Pounding,
surging, stoking desires,
we
thought were finally dead.
The
mind portrays each burst of fire,
and
from the heart the flames are fed.
Beyond the Wake
lost
horizon in reverie
While
love has passed beyond the wake,
those eyes they still implore.
I
watch the dawn fall upon he sea
and
listen to its roar.
Beneath
the sky when daylight comes
the
sea I scarcely hear.
Your
voice cries out above the waves,
and
I feel your presence near.
The
sea, the sea, this man’s romance
by
the sea.
For
the sea around calls upon my reverie.
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