Like the rain upon your face is the kisses
upon your brow
your cheek,
your lips.
Like a soft whispering wind
the breeze caresses your face.
Love lingers around your heart
a whisper of promises made
dreams faintly remembered.
Like a rain that softly falls
as the sun peeks thru the clouds.
An unexpected occurance
a joyful result of a faint rainbow.

the wind whispers my name
the soft mist kisses your cheek
the sun dapples across your skin
I am with you like a shadow by your side
ever present
ever elusive
the butterfly on wing
always out of reach
yet always near to watch over you
my hero, my knight
the strength of the wind to lift my wings
the beat of my heart to keep me alive
you are the breath in me
the warmth in my arms
ever present
ever elusive
the light rain that softly falls in bright sunlight
the clouds over the full moon
you are my life
my love
my beloved

He is standing in the half light
A girl stands near all attention
her eyes on him
my heart breaks
my breath is gone
It is all my doing, cannot be undone
Life will ebb out and be forever changed
choices, chances and circumstances
I take none of them
and sand slips thru my fingers as he does
I choose to never be
Chance makes me know
and circumstances prohibit
his eyes are liquid emotion
and I melt
tears can fall like diamonds
and yet cut as they do
once the choice is made
there is no going back
everything is a different color
dimmer somehow
except when you see the briefest glimpse
the flash of his smile
the light in his eyes
even when it is not for you
nor never will be again
Love does not die, then.
It only changes, with the facet
the turning of life.
But only Love remains however painful
however faintly
only Love remains, Forever

Reminds me of Cummings...


somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what is is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

thank you for that
Vincent from beauty and the beast read that once
one of my favorites

That's awesome.

Beauty. It's a rare thing when actual lovers approach anywhere near such conscious bliss. It seems very chaste, but spiritual for that, DaJ. I don't know why it seemed to call for promise unfulfilled in this life, early on, but it did. Reminds me of some ineffable sensation, almost too fragile or ethereal for this world; but it can be known, just rarely recognized in such language once a relationship is subject to work and partnership. My words are inadequate, not meant as an exhaustive treatment; I just wanted you to know for sure it's read and appreciated.

Thank you for all your words