A woman's blush

i wished upon forever

through the star-studded

gaze in your eyes

with a mirrored reflection of

hope lust entrust

arising into remembrance

the beauty lying within forgiveness

unbeknownst how much would be taken

between the fingers of our touch

grasping the breath

of which we both subside

this moment,

as much yours

as it is mine

tickles my girlish emotions

endearing the ever-lasting blush

staking claim

into womanhood

both

to be

loved & despised

dreams do come true

like a girl,

on her first day of school,

just to show up and find…

school is full of barbies, play-house and dress-up

sweets galore,

of ever varying kind…

reverted back to text book smells

and sugar sweet lips

to tell

the tales

of fabricated stories

protected by a bubble

of which,

only the reality

of dreams come true

could burst…

into the surreal freedom

of dreaming continued...

table for one, please

there is something to be said

of the solitaire soul

something unique,

yet seemingly wild

and out of control

independence succumbed

to a table for one

the musical tinker-tink

of toasts and cheers

abound

achingly, patrons whisper

A beautiful girl, still of her prime

there’s time still to be found

by a handsome young man

to share their days

with promises and serenades

yet,

finishing her meal

walking out to busied streets

her shadow not far behind

reflection playfully darting

on window panes

she smiles,

knowing the secrets

often considered obsolete

although, solitaire

she’s never been lonely

delighted in spending time

 with herself

seemingly selfish

perhaps even odd

but that of which

many will never master

Naive Love

we loved

as if

love did not

matter

as if time

stood still

with us

as if

we would live

forever

as if

love

would

prevail

yet

we did not see

the future

did not predict

that the moment

would not last

forever

we loved

as if

love did not

matter

naively,

unknowingly…

It does.

Time

time moves

so quickly

and I wonder…

where does it go?

children growing,

seasons changing,

life.

moving rapidly

into the future

one moment passes into

the next

one minute, into an hour

an hour into a day

a day into a month

a month into

a year…

gone bye.

again and again

and through the seasons

through time traveling

past conceivable notion,

I still find it hard to step back

and watch time slipping past

to stand still

as life

moves quickly

beyond measure

comprehension,

no time

to look back

nor forward

it’s this moment

moving quickly

that my mind is rapid

fluttering as the hummingbird flurry

a ripple in the waves

losing ones reflection

lost in the turmoil

compounded by the immeasurable

timing

of time slipping away

through pursed lips dried,

attempting to sip water through

fine fingers

it slides…

away

left

hungering for a time

when life did not run

faster then my legs could move,

when memories

served more of a purpose than

a simple snap shot

to capture the moment

the course of time

bewildered,

daunted…

I’ll rise for air

at once

gasping

after this drought

of a swim

through time

languidly embracing the moments

of which can so easily

be forgotten

remember still,

the person I am

the person in control,

not that

of time