Wayside Love

I have walked in small shoes for days. Back and forth. Sometimes pebbles wear down my socks. Sunny ditches free of frost border roads. I walk alongside them.

Deeper into days that roll over, brush against my blue legs, wanting to be scratched. I bend down to pick up the shiniest stones and store them in my pockets. I tuck beachy sand with broken shells around my beds.

I walk every day. To my room, to the city, to the beach. With my head in gray clouds I search for glimpses of light with shaded eyes. Seagulls watch me from white poles. They scream. Scream. Screaming to be fed by the sea gushing under bridges. I walk on bridges.

Bridges over boats. I look into eyes of stone floating on surf. Smile. Smile to the sea. Smile to me. Before we blow away. Fall into yellow ditches. Fall into wayside Love.

Falling in Love

Falling in love is like

losing yourself

in someone else’s

heart,

only to find

a different version

of yourself

there,

beautified beyond

recognition.

I choose to love

I choose

to be

open,

to be

willing

to look for

ways

to love

you.

I choose

to forgive,

to understand,

to be generous of

your weaknesses.

I choose

to love

the way

you were,

the way

you are,

the way

you choose

to be

tomorrow.

The Geography of you and me

We can look at each other
From both sides now;
Letting the distance between
The me in you and the me in me
Soften us.
Knowing so perfectly
Each other’s geography,
We can pause to stay comfortable
In each other’s silence,
Leaving the lights to burn
All through the night.

Exquisite Moments

He was the only witness
to my own Being unfolding
And finding its way through
A maze of exquisite moments
Born and bred
To luxuriate the transiency
Of life.

In between waves

My heart passed in between
Waves, like a Moses staffed
With your Love.

When I was drowning

There are places inside
My mind
You cannot reach
Colors you cannot
Differentiate
There are roads I
Would have never walked
Without you
And an ocean
I will never see the depth of
Because you
Reached out your hand
When I was drowning.

An intrusion on the Heart’s Solitude

Love is an intrusion
On the heart’s Solitude,
A luxurious pause
Before the parting
Of waves
Into ocean.

Two lonely Beings

Does love only originate
In a profound feeling of utter
Aloneness, or is it an isolation
of two lonely beings
Looking for God in each other?

Sometimes I lose myself in you

Sometimes, I lose myself
In you,
I forget the intricacies
Of my own soul, and I
Become a solitary
Pilgrim searching
Your veins
For my purpose.