Thinking back upon the events that guide us to this place,
I thrust my mind from your momentary beauty grateful that you surrendered ending my chase.
I saw you first as my heart caught fire while you moved about with measured grace,
softly stepping or walking firmly as each deliberate footfall spoke of determination in your pace.
I think on my love sick desires to have your photo in my grasp,
while keeping heart in check from fruitless efforts in the past.
For the beauty seen in you at a moments pause as for something you tried to find,
I saw tenderness in your touch, though of my stare you seemed not to mind.
The slippery slope of love with its twists and turns I’ve spoken of before,
riding the tunnel of love to end avoiding the traps of pain and loss that likely beset, turns love in to a chore.
Yet, was it your conscience beauty that captured my eye and mind,
or like measured tunes from a piece well written did my heart become entwined.
Did I merely envision the end as we lay arms embraced,
did I toss and turn on nights without end as I hid the love on my face.
Cautiously seeking my heart twisted and reeling from loves accelerated pace,
I saw the beauty of love’s hope and dreams flow like water down my face.
I cautioned myself, what’s the use is there any hope of ending embraced as we are,
perhaps we might as on glorious nights we both sought the same reachable star.
Did I some how miss you, is the pace of life too fast,
did I have the door of friendship torn from hands by winters typical blast,
I say I saw as ever I do sweet beauty that is yours, rightly daily nightly lift this heart as happened in times past.
we know not each other likely never will, as time moves forward and seems never to hold still,
tell me tender beauty when for a moment you have to dream, see yourself on board a ship off from port billowing clouds of steam,
or perhaps you are a teacher tending to your wards
or a machinist worker who’s mindful
of milled shards.
or perhaps a gentle maiden who to one your beauty is quite clear, or eyes of your tender beauty holding words that are so dear.
Did I some how miss it seems life gathers pace, as we choose to maintain our balance in this our human race.
The night wind blows.