I want to get my old life back
want-need-love-hate-feel sad
doesn’t diminish my unrest
I just want to get my old life back
no reading, drawing or writing
no reichian breathing, meditation
can move the needle backwards
I sincerely want my old life back
I made peace with the remedies
designed to seem rather than be
what I have is not what I did have
I still dream that my old life is back.
From unknown galaxies
to this world we came,
to remain unknown, unmet
as strangers in the
magnetic poles of opposites.
We came via different paths
carrying our baggage
of destinies,
with our own dreams
and aspirations
to write them afresh…
can we?
We exist only to know us more
and live apart only to bond more,
isn’t this alone the purpose of
our existence, that someone
in the celestial world
destined for us.
Let the invisible bond
protect us from the
uncertainties of dreams,
let the trust build a shape
for our abode of love.
Come, sway with my soul,
Sing peans to paradise,
Eyes carpet the road beyond.
How many versions do you see,
Is yours any different now,
Than the one you ever saw in me,
Carving blossoms,
Craving certitude.
Come, sway with my soul,
A puppet on a smouldering string…
Dare I enter the ocean
Of your tranquil eyes
Submerging its depths
Like a delirious diver?
Upon holding my breath
An intense passion arises
As I bask in sheer beauty
Soaked in all its surprises.
I’m entranced by your kiss
Loitering about in my mind.
My heart fiercely beating a
Pitter-patter out of time
In an ocean of ecstasy.
Moonlight dances like gold
Across my field of dreams.
Some past.
Some blue.
Some forgotten.
Some new.
They all have one thing in common,
I’m still in love with you.
How she must have missed
those green hills of Ireland.
Walking along hard grey
streets in Brooklyn.
Remembering scent of
grassy meadows hurrying
along ten long blocks
to climb the filthy subway.
Her marriage failed, her health
gone. Nobody seemed to care.
Her smiling days were over.
The unlucky are often alone.
Missing those sweet soft pastures.
On her way home from work
buying day old bread and searching
for dented cans and items on sale.
How she must have longed
for songs around the fireplace.
Another beautiful Irish colleen
torn from that emerald island.
A winter night’s dream
warm sun and flowers
snows melt screaming
begging for one last day.
Bikes are slowly riding
beside windblown sands
boards ride upon the surf
tan bodies lay on towels.
Convertibles cruise on by
parking on the boardwalk
in a crazy, lazy warmth
of a cold night’s dream.
Summer
Now it’s the summer,
everything is dry
Love me
Now it’s the summer,
everything is dry
Please don’t leave me
Now it’s the summer,
everything is dry
Why I am alone
It took one glimpse and I was hooked.
My dried out tears embraced your beauty as I looked.
I fell inlove with the song of your soul.
It resonated so deep that it made me whole.
I was healed with a touch of your heartbeat.
My dance was abstract and so were my feet.
I fell for you.
He has a great
swinging arm of strength,
A massive hero
of science fiction lore
From years long past,
The kind of hero
I would wish to be.