Finding A Voice - 9. Chapter 9

With All My Heart

You ask, "Do you love me?"

All I can say is,

"With all my heart."

"But will you love me

now, tomorrow, and always?"

"With all my heart."

"What if I were in bed

clinging to life by a nail?

Will you be there?"

"Until warmth of your heart

no longer pulses, yes,

with all of my heart!

With all scenarios and ifs,

all of the doubts you have,

will soon melt for I love you,

with all of my heart!"

Seasons

On the Emerald Isle

winter's frost, angelic white

pain like a Banshee's wail.

Land of the Rising Sun

spring showers, Sakura petals

Era severed short, done.

Deserts cut by the Nile

summer floods, blue swells

our love in vile denial.

Palace of Le Roi XIV

Fall foliage, colors marry

Our love cherubs did sing.

Sleepless City, nestled

gazing in a porcelain face

moving slowly, others bustled.

South Beach, Ocean Drive

dancing to soundless rhythms

with you, never more alive.

Merlot, vanilla, lime

intoxicating aromas

rivaled only by you and time.

Fall of Adam; rise of blips

waiting for a banded hand

by your side, hands on hips.

Ride At Midnight

It would have been

a year next month,

that I enjoyed your love.

Friends invited up

to their horse farm.

Us, just friends.

Warm country air,

guards crashing down.

Free, like a wild Arabian,

a Prince you were,

sitting on that stallion

like the morning fog,

you rose from my dream.

Asking to ride with you

upon that gentle beast.

Crazed I must have been,

grateful that I caved.

Romantic, special, perfect.

Everything I longed for,

love was on our side,

fate and time were not.

Faces and Places

Seeing a place as I do,

memories flood of me and you.

Laughter, tears, yelling, fears.

I close my eyes, a chill after many years.

Tracks with drinks,

pier with uncertain fear.

Stars on top of cars.

Fantasyland, how I got canned.

Our club then later the hot tub,

I-95 driving going 85,

random stall and a mall,

falling Towers, a steamy shower,

chef coats, drinking many Cokes.

Memories that are within.

Silver, gold, bronze, and even tin,

like flowers in full bloom

locked away in an Egyptian tomb.

Staying familiar with the eons,

Don't leave, staying new like the dawns.