there is a space for one
along the shores of possibilites
formed from her wishes
molded by her anticipation;
i await for her here
along the road of destiny
looking to and fro'
for this beauty to appear;
i carry for her a blanket
made of silken hopes and
woolen dreams to cover
her heart from the past;
I hold for her libations of
summer dreams and winter
smiles to quench her thirst
for fall’s reflections of spring;
I await her here as I caution
my desire not to wander onto
the path of impatience as
I seek her arrival in dreams;
yet I stand looking
into the distance where
the road's parallels seem
to converge and make a point
thumbing to hitch a ride
to forever I decline several
offers to take me to where
I want to go but the driver
is not she
who can calm these waves
caused by absence of the hand
that can take me into a tomorrow
where the sun does not set
where the mind engages in
debates about how she will
please me and I her/she
is only a mirage painted by
the passing of vacant time
and my dial is not working
because the clouds of she
not "be" ing has swallowed
the illumination of the sun
along the shores of possibilites
formed from her wishes
molded by her anticipation;
i await for her here
along the road of destiny
looking to and fro'
for this beauty to appear;
i carry for her a blanket
made of silken hopes and
woolen dreams to cover
her heart from the past;
I hold for her libations of
summer dreams and winter
smiles to quench her thirst
for fall’s reflections of spring;
I await her here as I caution
my desire not to wander onto
the path of impatience as
I seek her arrival in dreams;
yet I stand looking
into the distance where
the road's parallels seem
to converge and make a point
thumbing to hitch a ride
to forever I decline several
offers to take me to where
I want to go but the driver
is not she
who can calm these waves
caused by absence of the hand
that can take me into a tomorrow
where the sun does not set
where the mind engages in
debates about how she will
please me and I her/she
is only a mirage painted by
the passing of vacant time
and my dial is not working
because the clouds of she
not "be" ing has swallowed
the illumination of the sun