Alone

the sound of your voice incites a spark
reminding me of what I thought
was certainly,
long forgotten.
with you, I want to bend back the boundaries
tug on those hours and days,
and give us eons
decades even,
I'd settle for a weekend or two
and yet, you remain,
this mystery ...

are we not out of time
or has time simply run out,
banished now to the land of the forgone
conclusion.
memory drips around
faltering hope,
the dimming of embers
against this upcoming winter,
as we struggle against
being alone
on this
forsaken road,
this sad refrain...

(10/23/2008.ajs)

Self Love

what kind of love stands passively aside
watching, yet not seeing
careful for only one,
not two ...

does love live in the mountains and all things above
oblivious,
is this really love that doesn't get involved
with anything other than self?
I think this is self love

love is a term we use and abuse so badly
loving the day
loving the mood,
loving the man or woman who
for the moment or season,
connects
with that part of our psyche that needs
to be ...

(ajs.10.21.08)

Willing

I am still willing if you are able
to be.
this is altogether obvious
yet,
why tread so lightly around these emotional epiphanies
I haven't a clue
which brings me back to years long past
and I may have to admit
and analyze
why I continue this springtime addiction,
the world was so much younger then
our innocence gleaned from those romantic dreams
of endless possibilities
uncharted realms
that together we would conquer,
oh! love was the answer
alone.
if we only had love, nothing was impossible
our fresh and guileless minds knew of nothing asunder
we walked, hand in heart toward our promising horizon
waiting.
gleaming,
calling to us
with melodies sweet from the soul
such tender harmonies
angels cried.
I was once willing, wasn't I?

(ajs.10.16.08)

Cross Stitch

in the center of this heart lives a girl who still needs
still craves the comfort of another's arms
to hear the voice near and dear
assuring her
all is well,
together we can overcome...

she runs to find the reason
seeking out the horizon of sweet dreams
of everything real,
tell me, do you hear?
let me know it matters
carry me back to the wonderland
of possibilities anew

how far have we fallen
from that state of grace,
so many cynics
so much doom

can we get past the pretending
of denying the lie,
and live in the moment
each and every second,
living and loving together as one
not falling apart at the seams….

(ajs.10.10.08)

Dream State

and then the pin dropped
swayed and rolled out of sight
to where, one can only guess
if one was so inclined
or even cared to bother,
penetrating beneath the veneer
of your suffocating smile
on those days you chose to try
even a little bit.
those days came around less and lesser?
there were times in our lives when the sun bowed down
and breathed a kiss of such incredible loveliness
I was certain we were deep inside a dream,
love was our world
and we had everything.
or so I believed
I so desperately believed
I wanted to believe,
before I
opened
these sleepy eyes...

(10.8.08.ajs)

blizzard

it was in the aftermath
unnoticed.
careful words with careful tips and
anything else of no consequence,
a life lived in compromise
for all the right reasons
does it matter as much as the one lived for self?
does wisdom factor a twit
or is the savagely selfish the first to benefit
to hell with the rest,
good intentions don't count
only fools live by those outdated ideals
ask me,
I know.
and I'm beginning to think there's really no difference
selfish is what's needed to get ahead
and that's what life is all about, anyway, obviously
right?
me first
you wait.
I pondered these musings on my drive back to wherever
ran through the arguments for and against,
with me, it was never about money
it was always for love,
call me a fool
because I think that way,
and will choose to do so
till my dying day ...

(10.6.08.ajs)