Love, Slipping Away
-The Intruder-
Where, Oh Where!
Days came and days went
and my love has not sent
a message as to why
he’s gone, and I try not to cry
We had been talking day to day
with much exchange of love to say
to speak of who we were
who we are as changed quite far
He to speak of secret things and so
tell of things gone he thought I should know
each a gift for knowing slow
As grow closer in our ways
finding common things with whom we’ve prayed
to make solid our lives and days
Then, sudden, all to stop
“Was he injured, I hope not!”
I worried, could not stop
A day became a week
I to message him to seek
what the problem, what accident freak
What had I done to make him leave
had he been stolen, me to grieve
Where, Oh Where? Him I need
I to despair of ever finding
another with close soul aligning
where our lives could gain refining
Yet he was not here
and I to fear he would never be near
to touch, be close, hold dear
Lonely, Lonely
There were men, sure
most to fill their need, no more
to leave me wanting, wanting more
or laying a-bed feeling sore
My past was filled with men that brave
but not of courage enough to save
spend a life with, man to have
most no more than callow calves
I turned my view to men who knew
more of life as had been through
yet even here, were troubled souls
no life reach left within their goals
Then, here upon a social page
came a fellow with poems saved
for those to see and just may rave
whose minds were wanting visions lave
I to see in him something new
his image showed a man yet blue
it seemed he too was wading through
a list of those not ever true
He the one, one to reach to
hopeful I was love dreams come true
with a man to speak in heartfelt words
ones that didn’t ask the absurd
I took a chance, and so did he
to chat-a-chat with each quite free
and true I saw before my eyes
he who would not tell me lies
Opened door to easy chat
with him, comfort as living fact
confirmed my view of him in act
in my heart a firm impact
Ask for favors and he complies
his attention, my goal realized
and finally, I am not only
one alone, lonely, lonely
Ever in life to lonely life sown
as were the years that fast have flown
I pray this works, no longer alone
him with me as life is known
My Hopes
Dreamed were thoughts of loving care
caresses in numbers plus to spare
comforts for my form and soul
with a man to know me free and whole
one to see and go judgment free
believing in the me that’s me
without the need to make me over
or change me from my breed of clover
or the flow that I am
Him, Finding
Across the sea and at a distance
was a man with great resistance
to change
He was stuck inside his frame
himself responsible and who he blamed
for his loneliness
I to see something special
in his face, in his words something to feel
him true, real
I to realize, looking deeply into his eyes
that a match between to realize
I must try
Effort first to open door to more
then to test and settle score
and rate him high
New, become my efforts to
make him mine through and through
ever
And here I am, full realizing
he becoming mine, starting to love, a thrive
I, him, finding
Us Becoming We
He has doubts, he has fears
he has suffered lifelong spears
of others and self-inflicted jeers
him not full recovering through tears
With me to do all to ease
to encourage him with easy tease
to reach beyond what hell he won
and step again out in the Sun
In time, slow time, our thoughts align
to allow an opening, a good refine
from the place he was then-time
and bring him fore, to form our sign
He to relax in course of time
then his eyes to rest, then to find
the me that’s me in precious time
begin, our beginning, the us to find
Us becoming us as move through time
his heart to mine, I’m happy to find
as life for each to realign
The us that we are, becoming “WE” in time
Hearts Align
Us apart by distance still
and having climbed great effort’s hill
our hearts to reach accord
as time, and grace, have moved for’d
Stretch our hands across the waters
as our needs are getting hotter
our heart begin to pine
as our hearts align
He the man for me
and I his wife to be
as soon, across the sea
we will be holding hands
And ever be
Where Spirits Nest
Although we are apart in space
there is a common resting place
where our spirits nest
found us comfort that is best
The very best I have ever known
this space and time as has been sewn
as together by chance our lives are thrown
and now my need is to him going
I am not sure how to make this change
to return to the West once again
but in his arms there is no restrain
yet it’s the how which wracks my brain
And though I have my “all” right here
friends and puppy I hold quite dear
and uprooted life I still to fear
in his arms fear to wash away clear
And so I urge his helping hands
not to leave me hear a-strand
as seek the means of travel lands
so in the end we’re holding hands
Yet Unsung
The song my heart, it longs to hear
to sound of his heart beating near
the sound of lust in interplay
sweet the shower after play
The sound of foreplay in the dark
bed springs sounding loud and stark
our moans and groans as excitement rise
the afterglow in each other’s eyes
And though it is not yet near
the chance to hold our lover’s near
yet these sounds in mind appear
in the yet unsung song I still find cheer
Suddenly, so Suddenly
Yesterday his words across my screen to play
with words of caring said in play
words that eased my troubled way
made it easy to walk my day
My heart to sing when he is near
on social network to appear
there to fill the hole in my life
bring sad heart back alive
Today a different coming way
where he’s not here at all today
he must be off, or trouble come
keep away his light, his shining Sun
Day on day as time moves fore
he seems not here, and I am sore
worried, angry, and then depressed
my life to become a troubled mess
Where once was joy to fill my time
when he was here and on my lines
it is tears that now I find
along with concerned and worried mind
And weeks to turn into a month
and months to follow, to be blunt
I try to restore my life-balance
to find my feet, a stable stance
Yet in my mind, my heart to find
hope, ever hope is there to find
he will not ease or leave my mind
in this my heart and mind align
Ho, ho, Hopeful
It was Christmas, and I to fear
yet hopeful he again appear
with cheer to restore
of this I need more
He’s been away so very long
and all I have left is dreamed lustful song
my heart will just not let this go
heartbroken, yet I want him to know
I love him still, I love him so
and for all he’s gone, it seems to grow
“How can this be, why does it stay?
How do I live with him away?”
Santa Clause to say “Ho, ho!
and in his bag a ton of hope
Along with yards of binding rope
to tie me firm to love’s true hope
Help for Seeking
Monique, I must seek, my helping friend
to recover this man I need at end
I have cried on her shoulder at times
expressing my fears a-mind
Ask of her, I am inclined
have her reach out to him, a sign
In the past they in discussion
about our lives and his intention
She once was worried he’d trouble be
for her friend, that person, me
Her to become satisfied,
his words were not a planning’s lie
But now that he’s gone and trust has failed
since he’s gone, and off he’s sailed
To a fate that is not known
left to wonder each, “Was love sown?”
Or just an act, a falsified fact
set to injure, a harsh impact
Upon this heart inside me
wishing so much to be in love’s spree
Word to be sent on oldest lines
hoping then an “in” to find
Wait again, each giving time
waiting, waiting, hope to find
A crack through which to open door
true discover what happened, more
last hope on Monique to rest
she’s the one who does her best
And still we wait
days three upon our plate
A Question’s Phrase
A day had passed and then come three
Monique wondering if answer come free
to tell of what had come to be
between her, her friend’s love to be
Patience thin, as would expect to be
getting thinner as days fall free
away, no answering be
no phrase from across the sea
Then, at once, a query found
“Are you there?” if spoken, a fearful sound
his words have doubt, as if to try
to pass on by some hurtful lie
Monique to measure what she sees
not hopeful any longer, but pleased
to have words come, her friend to ease
test she must to again entrust
My heart to words that could be only lust
not true love, it’s trust or bust
and Monique to send him on his way
no more injuries to come friends way