On my way to You
Along the red sea ;
Close to Jedda , the sand piles high in mid November. Where children run through streets of old mines , amits people clinging to life reaching skyward , cry’s
of destiny can be heard , in Mecca’s guarded cities. Mother’s scream with fear of a , anew approach an end Raadon – Your touch , hold’s me ;
In a soft submission , oh your touch , I thought to tell you , what night has said to me upon the mountain of Za.
I wanted to whisper , softly to you , to your soul, your love. A pray I’ve just learned , a song of you and the creators love warped in me.
Still I will scream your name ;
When night – mares , of forgotten lives , come to chase me
When open are my eye’s…
The Black Heart of Home
The swamps of Houston run from your heart to my door. Trees long dead this moss swings in the wind. Asleep they lay next to me , my love , they sleep unaware of my souls journey to you
Forgive this delay in reaching you , I was detained in the dreams of your love , in some far off place. You could never know the wall that kept me from reaching out to you , was falling when we said our goodbye’s , it came all the way down , soon after you turned.
Space and freedom , words that have no truth in love.
I keep your love locked close to my dreams , even in this space and freedom
I so desperately went seeking so long ago. You must have known I was a fool then , our trip to the mountain cabin put off for to long.
And my life on hold with out your arms, my tears that never seem to fine me in time would have told you, like that time at water gate, you would always be the one.
Here on the battlefield, love is so dam elusive, so distant from where we stood in Richmond, or the slap on warm sands in late November.
That ended in our love, exploring with in each others wetness on ocean floors.
When in so many other arms I look to see if by some miracle it is your lips pressed to mine.
When alone my dance is with your shadow, the holding of air is replaced with the memory of your overweening softness next to my love, surrounded by the music of your souls song to my heart.
And still I hold you here , still I hide you here, unable to tell you what I was searching , was you.
Still when smiles comes to my soul, it is you face, I picture when remembering love…
Lafayette © 2018