Thursday, November 29, 2007

Falling Towards



twist of the sun or was that the reason
listen to the tap on the wall
carefully constructed as minutes continue
hours become days gone by,
intervals of what we keep track of at this juncture
as we fall towards our eventual demise ...

does it have to be?
is there no going back
no returning to how it was then,
must we stay on this track of sliding south
senses numbing as our eyes become dim ...

glancing around, quick! let us not fall too fast
are memories and dreams all we have left,
as daylight shortens into the midst of evening's expiration
groping from someplace severe
and darker than dirt,
colder than those ice cubes we used to delight in
that space there, six feet by six …

(11.29.07.ajs)

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Let me




carousel tingles learn how to scramble
and not lose their grasp on the down slide,
when the earth begins to tremble
or thoughts change when distance remembers,
we'll hang around the hour hand
and pull back the time if we're able
it's all about redemption ...

looking underneath or inside, we get lost
I like it here where the music is soft and everything is quiet
we'll whisper and swoon like we used to
back when the heat was scorching
desire raced inside every sound,
feel this again, let me ...

(11.28.07. ajs)

Sunday, November 25, 2007

These Moments



and what of these moments
who find themselves farther and farther between
euphoric clusters of rhapsody
enchantment profound,
lingering deep, this close study I seek
when did the ribbon slip and fly away
like a helium balloon all out of smiles
laying there silently grieving,
but no one sees or cares to notice
is that where those moments are found
empty, but for the memories of what may never be
a glimpse
a peek, maybe a side-show,
is that all we had ...

I am engrossed with abstraction
madness at best,
a derangement momentarily or was that a calming solution,
disturbing despondency creeps from behind
and with conviction, scares me
this vehemence screams
' you were nothing more than a dirty, little secret! '
and secrets, no one wants to explore
at least not aside from the darkened fire that glows
and simmers, seductively
where no one can see and only two can hear
when they both pay attention, but someone's not listening ...

(by: ajs.11/25/2007)

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Forever and More




won't you let me stay a while and gaze at all this loveliness I see?
before me in all it's raw wonder
careful not to make a sound
I won't harm the surroundings,
you can just sleep,
and lay there dreaming of maybe me
and you, as we step into the great unknown
full of potential, if we'll just believe
and receive ...

what if this time was the time we've always dreamed of?
carefree indulgence and whimsical forays
tender tap dancing
curiously,
open the window and unlock the doors
throw back the blinds and let me in ...

treasures await in the unexpected realm
scintillating pleasures extraordinaire,
why be bound by seasons and past pages
of unfulfilled promises and tears?
we'll take our time, we've got no where to run
why not enjoy this moment
this day,
this beginning of forever and more ...

(11.21.07. ajs)

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Double-Time




I can still feel you
the wonder of your touch
the seduction of your caress
between every distant sigh and whispered tune,
hear your voice each time my thoughts turn
and I won't lie,
I miss you more than I should ...

after the anger and sudden shock
when the rage fell away
into something like blind stumbling crying jags
even when those slants of discord wrapped themselves around
and ran to my aid,
all I could do was sit here and remember,
you ...

a thousand kisses I send your way
sealed with a prayer on wings lifted high,
may your days be filled with something sweet
exactly what you need,
and everything you deserve
overflowing and running over, double-time ...

(11.14.07)

Perhaps



maybe you stole the song from me
perhaps,
a momentary stifling of the notes I came to know
and hold so dear
yet,
it matters not in the greater scheme of things ...

true love is eternal
and continues to beat with every turning of the page
no twists and turns
with every whisper in the evening air, hints of ...

I will remember the golden days and nights of joy
torrid bouts of me and you
they fill the spaces in my head when I find myself
missing ...

(11.11.07)

Thursday, November 08, 2007

The Gift





He gazed at her and smiled
From deep within his soul,
A treasure presented …

She turned and gave him her heart
And walked into
All their memories of tomorrow …

(11.8.07)