I seek inspiration either from mundane affairs
or as you say, from imagination to imagination….
Somehow the beauty of your words slips in
and the shifting scenes of our lives
begin to increase through the night
coursing past worlds that had never been aligned
i had wanted to put you behind me
but the arrow of your diction would fly straight to this heart
as if you knew me fully well
yes, your sentiments repose in genuine tenderness
as from a waterfall with all your wants and needs
pouring over an affection that grows in deeds
how could I end up feeling what’s inside your very soul?
Perhaps you, too, find rhythm upon a love so true.
It makes me hope for a someday
when you’ll come to release the essence of your words,
your mind, your grandness –-
surrendering to the bounds of a woman’s love.