I used to wait by the curb Listening from that familiar thrum At a distance a soft purr at best The closer the approach, the closer the crescendo Each time you came to a halt near me The engine still running I felt a kinship with your machine A reflection of my inner whirrings In that sweet melodic thrum And each time I settled myself in the saddle Your machine reassured me My nervous stirrings were shared The low hum would work its way up my toes Through to my fingers as I encircled your waist It persisted in my bones With each jolt of the break With each bump we rode Somehow your machine got my state of mind Alive and thrumming and free The way you made me feel So well it mirrored my feelings That I feared if only you listened closely enough You’d hear all my secrets in those gentle vibrations Our romance in those days Had you, me and the shared intimacy of your bike She has guarded and recorded and retold My love story a million times today As you pulled her out of the garage and bid her farewell I said goodbye to an old friend Every time you pulled up by that curb Your machine reassured me the butterflies were real And somewhere along the roads we rode That you felt them in your tummy too She contains in her till this day The thrumming essence of our love.
I come from a place of much fear and yearning. Yearing for that little extra that life has to offer which is just within our reach and fear that when faced with that yearning well withing my grasp will I ever have the courage to face up to it.Words have always been a way to make sense of the jumble within, it brings me clarity and makes things a reality. Nothing reflects me better than these words below.I stand watching the waves crash against the shore, leave back some things on the beach and take some things away with it. On and on tirelesslyit goes. "Stop it, stop it now!".But no one is listening. "Don’t take so much away, I'll have nothing left." The sea calls out, "But I’m leaving so many things back." Angry tears spilling over my cheeks I yell, "I don’t want what you have to give, I’m happy with what I have. Take away your so called gifts leave me back with what I had. Give me all that you took away from me, return what you had no right to take." The sea replies, "Not unless you see what I have left you". Strolling along the shore I find the mysteries of worlds far away at my feet, all within my reach. Think to myself I do, can I be mad for the old things been taken away from me when what I have always secretly hoped for is to have the mysteries of the world at my feet. I hear the gentle voice againm "Do you still want me to take it away?". "NO! NO!", escapes before I can control my words. The sea replies "That's what I thought". The sea drenches my feet and moves away digging my feet deeper into the sand.........
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
She was a traveling soul. The galaxy resting above her nose. I’d sit & stare. Wondering where the stars would go next. Both young & in love I let go. Tracing together swirls of color. The planets all together aligned.