beneath the sky

tell me all the dreams that fill the hallways of your soul
and the images that live inside your mind;
speak your wildest fantasies and hopes too high to hold
into my waiting ears, and leave your fears behind.

tell me what your heart would be, if you could live your dreams;
enlighten me with visions from your eyes
talk to me and show me everything you want to share
let me feel your secrets here beneath the sky

in my dreams

restless, i am clutching madly to this pillow,
dreaming i am wrapped up in your charms
and held captive by my own desire to
feel you there within my waking grasp

tossing and turning, in my mind you tempt me
with soft smiles and eyes that melt my soul,
anticipating kisses laid so gently on your
cheek, pulse sent skyward by your hand in mine

soaked in sweat, i wake to find my blankets
bunched up in my arms, held there like some
secret lover; so i close my eyes again to see
you, feel you, kiss you in my dreams

gratitude

these eyes that saw you, still can see you standing
here before me in true unaffected beauty, still bear
witness to the reservoir of something more glimpsed
there behind your smile: they are grateful to have seen!

this mind replays forbidden dreams of kisses long and
sweet, secrets shared between us like warm blankets on
a cold and windy day, wrapped in you with each and
every thought i have: i am grateful to have dreamed!

these hands that held you feel you still upon their surface,
hold you close in muscle memory, dreaming of your hand
in mine for one sweet perfect second, left there for a moment,
hesitating in wonder: they are grateful to have held!

this heart that felt you enter will not let you go,
has been set free, speaking to me its waking dreams on
every page, lifted out of slumber to look upon you
in such inspired wonder: what gratitude it feels for you!

how i imagine her

how i imagine her body swaying gently
next to mine in some slow island rhythm
held in her arms like so many dreams i have
beneath a cloudless star-strewn sky

mutual

she is in my arms and i am crazy with
desire for her kiss; in her eyes i see the
embers, passion burning behind patient
lenses, tempting me to turn my head to her

hand in hand

how i wish that i could pass you walking,
stop and stay with you a while on your way
or rest on some deserted beach, just talking
there for hours in the middle of the day

and on this chance encounter, i may find
some reason to reach out and take your hand
to leave the worries of the world behind
held fast in arms that seek to understand

032

before the sands began to shift beneath me i was
sure of what i was not
and what i was.

stretching out before me
the ocean endless
knows me not.