Currents

Currents

Like the currents ever flowing
on a river to the sea
you come rushing up around me
just to tease me playfully
and I’m drowning in desire
from the flood within my heart
but the tide that keeps you distant
has been haunting from the start...

I can feel you in the evening
in a chilly gust of wind
as I pull the covers tighter
to protect the warmth within
you’re not really here for comfort
just a jailer, checking in
and you’re adding to my sentence
as I fall in love again...

There’s no reason for my madness
it’s a form of self abuse
I can’t block you from my vision
I have tried, it’s just no use
so the best that I can hope for
is to love you as my friend
‘till the currents start to change,
and you go rushing off again....

:gm

Further Down The Road

Further Down The Road

somewhere, further down the road
as I breathe the morning air
with a backpack full of wishes
and a map to anywhere
though my feet are growing weary
there's no time for feeling blue
every footstep that I stumble
brings me closer, still, to you...

from the mountains to the desert
in the winter and the spring
I've been watching for the treasure
that your loving heart will bring
in the moonlight's silver shadow
I'm imagining your eyes
and the comfort of your smile
that my heart will recognize

there's no time for feeling bitter
for the twists and turns behind
there are reasons for the detours
and the moments that were kind
and I'm smiling with the sunshine
as my senses all reload
cause I know that love is waiting
somewhere... further down the road...

:gm

Secrets

  

Secrets

We have secrets that we share,
all the world is unaware
special signals in the air
that only we can see.

When you love me like you do,
all the magic words come true
spending all my love on you
is all I need to be.

Touch me...
show me how you want me.
Kiss me...
make my dreams come true.
Hold me...
when we talk tomorrow’s
everything I plan depends on you.

Loving you has been so grand,
just your gentle touch of hand
is sometimes more than I can stand
intoxicating wine

We have secrets that we share
whispered softly, if you dare
climb aboard, let down your hair
secret love of mine..

It’s secret telling time...

:gm

She

 

She

 

She likes to build a better world
one smile at a time
she sees the beauty in the beast
and reason in the rhyme
she’s strong and wise and kept a bit
of stubbornness of youth
and talks of love, she’s dreaming of
crusader for the truth

she likes to read my words to me
so softly in the night
and breathes them full of “ what might be’s “
that wait just out of sight
and in my times of inner doubt
she pulls me from the brink
and sets my soul, on cruise control
and loves me back in sync

as past and present spin their web
on lovers as they sleep
we build tomorrow, kiss by kiss
so passionate and deep
I know that I’ve become a man
when love can make me cry
and I’ve been blessed, to end my quest....
and she’s the reason why...

 

:gm

The Presence Of You

  

The Presence Of You

There’s a change in the season
and a smell in the air
these are days that we vow
anytime,.....anywhere.....
and each smile is precious
and the touches,  too few
like the moments I’m blessed
by the presence of you...

There are apples and pumpkins
and  leaves on the ground
and the taste of October
is the sweetest I’ve found
and our hearts are on fire
and all fairy tales....., true
like the moments I’m blessed
by the presence of you...

Soon the winter is coming
and the trees will be bare
and we’ll turn up our collars
to the chill in the air
but I carry the treasures
that I need to pull through
they’re the moments I’m blessed
by the presence of you..

when the world’s cold and lonely
you’re the one I run to....

:gm

After The Harvest

 

 

After The Harvest


lately inviting the world to my mantra
inwardly dancing with uneven rhyme
standing apart from the smoke and the laughter
all love is sacred, in retrospect time

running my fingers through yesterday’s wishes
stirring the waters of stagnant beliefs
hearing your name in a passing confession
what happens above, always mirrors beneath

can you remember unbearable heartache
from fairy-tale days in a land long ago
after the harvest the land needs a breather
but the time’s come for planting…
                               I thought you should know

 

:gm

Under My Skin

Under My Skin

maybe, it's the smell,
or just the knowing
of the
well defined changes
in the air

or the coming of Christmas,
or the end of the year

perhaps,
it's the freshness
of new possibilities,
with the
burning steps
on summer's hot pavement
behind me

or maybe,
it's the way the soft music
crawls under my skin

but I miss
being in love..
so much more
in
autumn...

:gm