Love

I between you

“I between you,” she said to me.

“I between you?” I said to she.

“That is correct," she said to me.

"No friend of mine but more you see

than ever a friend could hope to be

but I'm scared of loves transparencies

and all that it might ask of me.

So until that time when I am ready,

I between you,” she said to me.

Jambalaya and Egg

My sweet Jambalaya

I am your Egg

The little one you lay down to bed.

Late some nights

While you're asleep

I lay awake just to think.

I wonder this:

Just what can I say

That will keep you here in my arms to stay

For just a bit longer

holding your Egg

making sure I'm safe in your bed?

Where the Lilacs are Found

The rising sun strung a bow

and shot a ray into the earths gloom below

and in response a song did sound

from the shaded glade

where the lilacs are found.

There, on a rock, sat an old man

he was singing about things that only old men can.

“Sweet Golden ray caressing the land,

gentle and warm as a lovers hand,

where are your brothers?

Still out of sight?

Perhaps in a moment,

they'll bring us their light.”

But lilacs never bloom in shade,

an old mans words soon fade,

and love neglected turns away.

The Forgotten

The forgiven are the blessed,

Loved and never loved less.

But I am the forgotten, erased, put out of mind.

I am the one that you loved,

you lost,

you ripped right out of time.

The forgiven are the blessed,

Loved and never loved less.

But I am the forgotten, erased, lost in time.

I am the one that you loved,

you lost,

you ripped right out of your mind.

It’s love, it’s love, it’s love

Let's call it what it is in the simplest of ways.

No going around the subject, just say what you mean to say.

If you want to hide it in a smattering of useless words,

Then I’ll say it, “It’s love, it’s love, it’s love.”

There, it’s said for all the world to hear.

No going back and nothing left to fear.

If they think it’s just a fling, as empty as the sky,

Then they’re wrong, “It’s love, it’s love, it’s love.”

When we must part

Cherishing moments we quietly spend in the company of one another,

You read your book, while I write you this, a poem about two lovers.

In two months time, the semester will end and we’ll both go our separate ways,

But know that while we are apart I will be most diligent in counting the days.

As well as the weeks and months until I see you again; all of me will be missing you.

But until that moment when we must part, I will spend all of my time quietly cherishing you.

Every doubt

Is it to love

Every day

Through every doubt?

Or is love

True lived

Without doubt?

Is doubt a disease

A malign cancerous spread?

Centuries from now, Will men

who are authorities

On the subject say:

"Doubt was but an imbalance

of chemicals easily fixed that

those poor backward people

could not yet understand."

Or is it to doubt

A crafting

A shaping of mind

To test and temper

Ideas such as love

To find everyday

A deeper love

Through every doubt