THE DREAMER

The dreamer dreams,
and dreams strange things.
He sees strange visions,
and hears strange sounds,
but feels nothing.

The dreamer dreams,
and thinks strange thoughts.
He knows who he is,
and knows what he is,
but feels nothing.

The dreamer dreams,
and dreams strange thing.
A dead man, with a beating heart,
he feels nothing.

WHERE?

My heart beats for another.
She could be right beside me,
or in a distant land,
I know not where.

Her face is a mystery,
I don't know her name.
But, I dream of her every night.
I can almost hear her,
calling out to me,
as i call out to her.

I don't know her,
but I know her heart.
I feel her heart, beating with mine.
Two hearts in tandem,
Beating as one.

She may be far away,
But she is right inside my heart,
And I inside hers.

GOD CHUCKLED

One day,
something moved.
And God chuckled in satisfaction.

Then it thought a thought,
an idea, a concept.
Then it grew,
in mind and body,
and it thought beyond itself.
It became more than it is,
and God chuckled in satisfaction.

Then it felt a feeling, so like a thought, yet so much more.
It became more than a thing,
the something had become a someone.
God chuckled in satisfaction.

Time flowed on.
The world was filled,
with what God had made.
Two lovers,
in a tight embrace,
thinking thoughts, and feeling feelings.
God chuckled in satisfaction.

THREE LITTLE WORDS

Three little words,
whispered in an ear.
The words, concise.
The meaning, simple.
But as a crack in a dam,
they beget a flood.

Three simple words,
known to all,
in every language.
Symbols of emotions,
metaphors of feelings.
The tone is hushed,
the heart, expressed.
Three words.
Three little words.
i love you

HEAVEN

To touch, to feel,
to embrace.
To hold tightly, a love.
To feel another,
so close, so near, so real.
To be entwined, in such perfect contentment,
in joy, in harmony.
To feel a lovers breath upon your neck,
to hear feelings, whispered.
And secrets, shared.
To know another,
without fear,
without caution, without holding back.
To be as one,
without words, without thought.
Just to be,
So close, so near, so real.

THE DEED

The deed, being done,
Brings on tidal emotions.
The mind and the heart,
collide in conflict.

The mind wavers,
its logic, overwhelmed.
Its fears and thoughts muted,
then, ignored and mote.

The heart reigns,
mind and body follow,
without regret,
without fear.

WHISPER

Love is a whisper,
Deep within us.
It does not yell.
It does not scream.
A tiny voice,
that so many cannot hear.
But, those that listen closely,
it whispers the greatest truths.
when it is heard,
It's voice can grow.
And, in some,
it is the only voice that leads.
Just listen.
Listen to that tiny whisper.
And let it grow, within you.