I have these Fugitive visions They come and go like Dappled sunlight through windblown leaves I see you in them I seem us in them But the fantasy that burns within me Burns out Before I ever Get a chance To see your face
The barrier that can’t be scaled, The wall that’s never coming down; The distance that’s too far to cross, The adjective that has no noun The meaning that no word entails, The cooling breeze that leaves a burn — The desperate love I feel for you That you won’t know, and can’t return. The field … Continue reading "To You"
It’s strange how tangible is lack, How much reality Is in the things we wish we knew That never come to be. The touch I’ve wanted long to feel, The taste I’ve never savored: They’re still within my fevered mind, And that has never wavered — It’s strange how very real it is: These things … Continue reading "How Tangible"
So he loves her, but she does not love him...
He loved her like the summer wind, She gave him life and hopefulness, He loved her like a happening That turned a pointless day to bliss He loved her like nobody could, But it took little study To see how she saw him, which was Precisely as Nobody
If you look carefully at the photo, I'm just slightly to the right of it.
When she doesn’t love you, You know there’s someone better somewhere, Someone more a man than you can be She doesn’t think much of you: She doesn’t feel you everywhere, The way that you do her, and constantly — For this is love: It is an ache, It is the knowledge that you lack Whatever … Continue reading "When She Doesn’t Love You"
It was only three weeks, but he was absolutely in love. Love, however, doesn’t always flow both ways. It had been a late April day when he was stopped after class by one of his professors and told he was needed as an emergency replacement to accompany a flutist at her upcoming senior recital. Her regular accompanist had broken a … Continue reading "Everything… and Nothing"
He loved her with a desperate hope.