think of Love
think of loving and being loved,
achingly sweet longing,
ecstatic joy, the long-remembered kiss,
a broken-hearted black soul — silent weeping,
gently touching you,
aware of the silken warmth
beneath my fingertips,
watching you as you journey — dreaming,
the way is uncertain…
scenes fading in and out
behind your closed eyes,
you don’t know the depths — of my longing,
you might be seeking me
in some other life where we loved,
hidden in secret places within,
i whisper my confessions to you — sleeping,
knowing my words won’t be heard,
my lips close to your ear,
“Think of Love.”
December 1st, 2004 at 2:04 am
When I think of love,
I think of summer mornings,
With you beside me,
Throwing laughter at the sun
That sneaks in past the curtains,
In dappled patterns,
That make the flowered pillows
Look like gardens,
Your hair, like sunshine echoes,
In the garden of my life.
When I think of love,
I find myself in forests,
Watching as you dance
Around dusty sunlight walls,
That fall through the leaf-thatched roof.
I see you ageless,
Eyes as bright as the dewdrops
Winking their secrets,
As you dance within the dreams
I see, when I think of love.
December 1st, 2004 at 7:38 am