Upon My Longing
Reminiscent ramblings in times of stillness draw my eyes to views outside my window to wonder where in life what life would bring if only I knew how to adequately express in eloquent phrases the inner longings of time gathered over years of knowing the pleas of quiet mind, wanting to experience more than to speak of softness within searches of horizons where colors blend seamlessly in natural schemes while inside my mind travels avenues of ideas concerning what such a profound thing as belonging would wake to make more than a preconceived dream. A dream of two people, say you and me, wrapped in a moment where all else can't be what would it feel like what would it mean to the stillness of mind where such want conceives breaths flowing through bodies warming soft skins leaving my thoughts, for once, to actually begin a journey of the senses where no thought intrudes into places of being beyond words or pretend not needing the text books of how touch expands or false words to defy th...