Free will gives us choices.
Souls sort and weigh.
Lust fills in the blanks.
Feet tap another day.
When the fates of two collide,
change is felt together.
When hearts and minds align,
pairs will love forever.
When one of four is askew,
time will corrode and sever.
Love is not a slam dunk.
The heart and mind know never.
Beyond the Glass
My windows are closed.
The air cold and leaves fallen.
Yet birds sing somewhere.
With the glue of two,
broken hearts can mend anew.
Or someone gets stuck.
is much like one hand clapping,
I ain’t never wrote a blues song
Don’ think it sound too good
But my baby did just leave me
And not the way she should
Our spring blossomed bright
Our summer was hot
But with those dyin’ leaves
I was forgot
I was tossed to the curb
like yesterday’s waste
Now just her memory
I’m forever to taste
Love was shared in our hearts
A future’s gone before a start
My baby just left me
And not the way she should
I didn’t get call
there was no little fight
I got shot a quick text
on a Tuesday night
Her “baggage too great”
to groove with me
Just a couple of words
and that’s all I’d see
That’s how she left me
Not the way she should
Cos these blues I’m now feelin’
sure ain’t soundin’ good
Sleepy eyes look to the skies,
I see all is bright.
A sleepy head soon off to bed,
whispers an unheard goodnight.
For love that beams, now it seems,
is shrouded from the light.
The moon does glow but tomorrow will go,
then to rise again another night.
Dreams awake from visions take.
And reality blurs my sight.
As reality is just yesterday’s fizz,
a cocktail of frivolity, felicity and fright.
Lids now subdued, some are screwed.
But I’ve slept before and I toss and turn alright.
Then from my tussled bed with foggy head,
I’ll rise again, again I’ll fight.
Summer’s last breathe breathes the chill of fall.
I wait to answer while I wait to call.
Do we both anxiously check our phone?
Who’ll call first, who’s alone.
Does she weep, does she wonder?
Does she care or does she wander?
What is she thinking? I’d love to know.
A mere breathe and my breeze will blow.
And the waves of emotion may roll or crash,
castles of sand always gone with a splash.
Beach balls aloft have destinations to guess.
And I left to fill another, till breathless.
Can too much love fry the heart?
Is ambivalence a better start?
Should feelings felt be feelings shared?
Is honesty worth being dared?
Questions fill a weary mind.
Answers wear when yet to find.
Love’s expression layers with age.
Armor veils buried rage.
Shells cracked and inners ooze.
Emotions scrambled much to lose.
The future presses and some left flat.
Some beat up and leave it at that.
Resilience springs with a bounce.
Reflections sparkle or they pounce.
And time tells just one thing.
Seconds pass and some will sing.
180 days of “I love you” shared in euphoric rhyme.
180 love poems and the future turned on a dime.
180, I’m left to guess, must be one to many times.
My compass now points monthly then the number climbs.