Where will you fly to if he sets you free?
Bounded for so long you may not remember
how to spread your wings,
how to soar above searching for a place
where you now belong.
Where will you go? It has been so long
and if you surrender
he will take your wings.
Ditty of Romance and Dreams
Love was sprung from the pitch of the night
an affair with the moon in the golden of light
when the sun couldn’t see in a lover’s despair
all the tears from the stars decorating her hair.
Love was painted in blue stolen once from the skies
with a stroke in each cloud to reflect on her eyes
all the wonders of galaxies to create what it took
in a swirl of life colors splashed around with a look.
Love was found in the ocean and the tallest of waves
wetness took from the salt with a taste that enslaves
when one kiss from her lips to the heavens the key
for her love is golden light and the sky and the sea.
As You Pass Me By
I wonder about love and loving as you pass me by,
the eternal flame that motivates a heartbeat
to flutter softly in between lips forming a smile
in cascading desires to be together until my death-
And I wonder about forever while I catch my breath
looking at you and ask how destiny twist and turns
chocking dreams on the eve of life, defiled
by disappointment left over from every defeat.
As you pass me by I wish to dream again,
to carry you deep inside in a heart that burns
at the edge of life with diminished heat
when barely grasping this reality I call life
while you pass me by–
I didn’t break apart when you walked away
and just left me there
with my dreams on hand-
Never kept promises written on the sand
for I knew the waves tend to wash away
traces left from love.
And I needed you like I needed air
only for a moment when I wished you mine,
when for you I learned to love rainy days
as much as sunshine.
In the Month of June
In the month of June and a year so far
lost among the bits I recall your face
when another time and another place
broken as you were, broken as you are
in my dreams your lips I can still retrace.
Thought of letting go many times before
foolish notions left lingering around
when I search a life that I never found
and I never had, and was never more
than a brief affair on a quick rebound.
In the month of June alone in the night
with my wishes traced memories undue
keeping me awake until morning dew,
when the warm of summer images incite
I embrace my pillow dreaming it was you-
Pale skin entice dreams in contrasting shade
if only together we have harmony of hearts-
And I hide desires with such kind regards
in your morning smile promises of passion
left hanging in words that my lips evade
when politeness runs in a discreet fashion.
There is no name to call if I dream of you
only morning smiles and the bright hello
that will burn my skin when desires flow-
How I wish that fate with such sweet delight
in a twist would make fantasies come true
and rather than hello I could say goodnight.