When I Love

When I love I do so boundlessly

I love beyond all capabilities

Without hesitation or restraint

I know no other way

Giving myself self completely

As if in sacrifice

When I love every atom of me does

Complete surrender

When that love is lost

I die



Until nothing remains of me

I know other way

Except to love

I Never Think Of You

I would said I never think of you

Yet as I speak those words

I am

You are still everywhere

Because you are still in me

The air I breathe blonged to us

The sky I see was ours

The place I drove by was where we met

Over there we had our first date

Your mom and dad were home when I passed there place

I saw your brother at lunch

This is the short cut we would take

I kept that shirt for twenty years

We used to talk for hours

Then say nothing for several more

That picture I kept still calms me down

You said I love you first

I was over joyed

I would say I never think of you

When the opposite is true

Love Should Be

I go to where love should be

Only to find its place empty

I go to where love should be

Yet it does not find me

I go to where love should be

A hollowness there I do see

I go to where love should be

No arms are there to greet me

I go to where love should be

Sorrow stands and laughs at me

I go to where love should be

Misery waits to engulf me

I go to where love should be

There I stand alone



 An empty hand reaches into hollow air. There it lingers. Memories of what once was thoughtless. Soft finger tips tracing mine. Wrist twisting together like snakes in a love dance. The world calmed when our hands met.

  Empty eyes search through the nothingness beside me. Once there gleamed eyes which spoke to my soul. I love you poured from them better then any mouth could speak. In them I saw eternity. Children. Grandchildren. Until the day I saw tears. Then they were gone.

  My lips speak to the vastness. I love you still flows from them. Landing upon empty ears of a long gone memory. When then your lips spoke love to me in return. Oh to feel them brush against mine.

  All is empty now. Hands withered. Eyes diming. Lips silent. All is empty. Except my heart. No. My heart is still full. The same love pounding through me. Forcing you into my dreams where all becomes real again. 

  My hand reaches into the emptiness where yours is waiting for it.

There Once Was A Time


My hand seemed to fit perfectly for her. Thumb resting just before her ear. Fingers spread wide sunk beneath her hair. Softly I could guide her face to me until her eyes were  in that perfect place. There I would drink her in until overflowing.

  Silently we would remain this way. Enthrolled in each others presence. Words had no value. All which could be said flawlessly flowed from myself to her then her to me. Time had no meaning. There was no universe beyond our space. All that could be, was.

  Eventually my head would rest upon hers. Nose touching nose. Eyes closed. I would breathe as she exhaled so she could fill my soul. Her hand often rested upon my heart. She enjoyed allowing the beat of hers to match mine. Hours would pass as slowly we merged into one. Neither she nor I. Only us.

  We were young. Love was new. Neither she nor I had felt so much from another. Boundaries regarding how much to give had not been taught by lifes cruel twist. So we gave. We opened our souls and gave all there was. Everthing within me I poured into her during these moments as she did me.  It was honest, sincere, unhindered, all giving and all taking in equal portion.

  These were times of remarkable beauty. A gift which remain part of me forever. There once was a time, magic found me.


Love is like the waves of the ocean. There are many different types of waves. Some never reach the surface. Others stand hundreds of feet tall. They ebb and they flow. Drift away then return. They can be turbulent or rock you like a baby in a crib.

One when young tends to run from waves out of fear. With age one runs full speed into them. Diving in and splashing with joy. When waves are learned the signs of them can be predicted. Good waves can carry you for miles. One can catch a current and travel the world if so desired. Yet one can choose to catch many smaller waves. Experiencing each one allowing them to carry one a short while until finding a new one.

Sailors of old would search the seas for that one perfect wave and steady wind. Combined they would smoothly travel their journey in comfort and ease. Once  ridden that wave would never be forgotten. Often being incorporated into fable and lore until its match could never exist. Although never finding it again. The ability to sing its songs will warm the heart until the traveler himself returns to the sea.