Hope

Beloved and Pure,
Seem the two are enemies at war
Always desiring the love and the cure,
Though I know both are only in the Lord.

You looked into my heart,
And named my fighting nature
A core contradiction from my start
Two giants in this tiny stature.
So you peered into my future.

And when you watched me break my heart,
And my inmost cries call out,
You added Hope to play her part
To ensure I’d never quit my route,
To wrestle through my sins and doubt
And render in the end some rest
Beloved and Pure, in you, and blessed

My Memories in Advance

I haven’t met another
Where silence speaks acceptance
Deep waters spill together
And hugs become a dance,
A street-light lit romance.
No, I haven’t dreamt ‘nother.
Who bears the least resemblance
To the hidden-hearted lover
Who can steal with just one glance
Any semblance of my balance.
Then, retreat into the cover
Of the poet I’ve yet discover
And my memories in advance.

Time's Pain

I have no idea how your hand found mine
Or mine found yours to frame
How both were made with such design
When holding, holds a flame.

I know it's not the perfect time
And time I know's grown lame.
Content to sit, to watch, time's crime
As goodbye itself defames.

The only time, time seems to climb
Is when some duty calls your name
Reminding us both, you are not mine,
And the joy of my eyes says goodbye all the same.

I have no idea how your hand found mine
Or mine your heart could claim
How both were made with such design
When holding, holds a flame.

Still, time I trust our love can tame,
And you my dear are worth all time's pain.

Whenever You Play

Whenever you play, I can’t help but listen
Regardless of the voices that get in the way.
Because music from you is an apparition
And I know the image isn’t going to stay.

The lyrics you sing and the rhythms you find
Wandering like desperate tired men to be freed,
Are the words on your face, long locked up in your mind
Dreams and emotions I’ve been trying to read.

Whenever you play, my heart stops to listen,
For music seems the only door your heart walks through.
So I’m humming your tune, a quiet admission,
That I’m waiting by the doors that lead to you.