Saturday, June 27, 2009

What am I to do...

Every day I catch a glimpse
Of the one that I'd been waiting for
The one who shall end my pain
Wait, is she the one?

How would I know?
Her voice, her walk, her talk
Nothing told me the answer clearly
But my heart is sure

I want to talk to her
And see for myself
But the time never came, and
Neither did my courage

I never talked to those
That never talked to me
How could I make an exception
For this one and only beauty?

Yes, I think I can
Because of the signs
That none before her showed
The signs of the one for me

She kept saying that she was
From that far and distant land
That bore my ten-year lost love
As if she had come to take her place

In my flashes of telepathy
During days of restless youth
There appeared without warning
Without reason or explanation...

The picture of a maiden
Dainty and dignified, thoughtful and lovely
But above all, lovely
That fit her only too well

What am I to do
When that picture materializes
In the form a creature
That says the magic word

The one I've been waiting for, yes
The one I truly want, yes
Yet I do not know
What am I to do...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Her Pause

When she moves
And pauses just a moment
It's clear as daylight
Something troubles her

In a moment's hesitation
She and the world are one
For there is reason tremendous
And cause abundant for her stillness

But what reason, what cause
Thy soul yearns to discern
Knowledge withheld from it
Known to none but one

Backs up her steps, nods her head
Ah, she must have found the solution
Surely, wisdom feminine won
And it never pauses wthout cause

Lo, she makes her appearance again
Expression quite the opposite
Happiness for the sake of happiness
Her smile is all that's left

Such is life

A creeping realization that things are much worse than I thought. A growing realization of how great I truly am.

A hopelessness that eats away at my very soul. An abundance of preposterous dreams that could come true given time.

A hatred of the shackles of routine and home. A sense of freedom I was unsure I would ever have.

A history of heart breaking enough to have killed me long ago. A leap of joy when a potential soulmate passes by.

Such is life.