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Every day is a new adventure –

Every day is a new adventure –
  A new iota, a new gnosis –
Search not by the easy standard
  But see through the eyes of genesis.

The more I learn, the more I love
  What man before me has done.
It catapults my soul aloft;
  I yearn for that higher plane.

Push back those old perimeters;
  Notch in my brain a new wrinkle.
I forge pathways never traversed
  And find my world bigger still.

Happy eyes do not need the sun

Happy eyes do not need the sun
  For they, like yours, have a light of their own –
A cutting light the demons shun
  That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.

Brown upon brown, they draw me in;
  I can’t look away nor could I leave
One who burns with a burning passion –
  With an innocence I dare not displease

And when I look into your eyes –
  My loneliness is burnt to a dry ember.
I know your happiness derives
  From within and they who see remember.

Shine for others, shine for me

Love Me

Love me tender, love me strong.
Love me with wine and song
On a hillside all the day long.
Love me with a joke or two
With stories of people you knew.
Love me until night releases you.
Confide in me all that you fear.
Whisper words as you draw near
Words you know I long to hear.
Death, that sting, be accursed!
Love me for what life is worth
And know that I loved you first.

Midnight

Seizuring so as if escaping from fright
You awoke suddenly around midnight
Then rolled over, meeting my body halfway
By habit, drew nearer and kissed me straight away.
Your cheek, always soft, nestled against mine.
Your wandering hand came to rest upon my thigh.
In my ear, your breath came like wind rushing.
By the touch of your tepid skin, I sensed flushing.
My eyes perused you in the moonlight
Convincing me for a moment that all was right.
You fell again to sleep peacefully it seemed

You want to requite my love;

You want to requite my love;
  You already have with a ring
And many years of life
  So this I command you to bring:

A bouquet of chocolate flowers –
  Each with a nice, dark button
Comparable to your eyes –
  And a fragrance as divine.

Put it together with care –
  Tape it inconspicuously –
Present it when I’m caught unawares
  And you have hours to give me.

Such a bouquet – bright and simple –
  As native as the mourning dove –
Would be a challenge worthwhile
  Your time and your love.

The Weight of Feelings

Some feelings float like feathered air, Too light to hold, but always there. They drift through silence, soft and wide, And build their echoes deep inside. Some burn like stars behind the skin, They glow so bright, but ache within. A smile may hide the sparks they spill, But in the quiet, they are still. Some never find the words to speak, So they sit gently on your cheek— A tear, a sigh, a sudden pause, A storm without a known cause. But every feeling—sharp or sweet— Is proof the soul has not been beat. For hearts that feel in quiet ways Are brave in more than they can say.
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