When I think of you

Thinking of you is sometime
all that I care to do.

Sitting, standing, staring blankly at the wall,
a television or
out of a plate glass window;
seeing only your smile.

Would that I could feel your naked embrace,
taste your heated breath, whisper softly in excited tones
as we roll over the damp smooth sheets in perfect surrender.

All that might be.
A dream so true.
All the while
passing us by in muted
sounds
and mystical shades and hues.

Shall I share with you that vision;
or would it better suit that
we simply play.

Play
that we might not touch
the place where so many lives intersect.

In the realm where I dream
There are no consequences.
In the world where I live there are many.

No dream is without inspiration.
No love without cost.
Share that which gives you pause.
As in the pause resides salvation.

Willing Hearts and Young Minds

Willing hearts are open and
young minds freely spin.

In the center of certain
souls history stands still again.

All that has come before us
lays trails
that we might see.

Hesitation bides it's time;
while children hide from thunder.

In the passing tides of time
the fearless heart does wonder.

Standing in the face of danger;
Staring as others turn to run.
Marching forth to victory; in spirit the battle is won.