Poems

Each minute change

From day to day

They never stray

Sun up to sun down

The minutes go round and round

With you a minute doesn’t last

They seem to fly by so fast

Away time stays still

Each minute dying to kill

But we have a skill

We kiss and off we be

The shooting star you can't see

Going somewhere unknown

Where time is not shown

That is where we go

Where time cannot follow

then another

followed by a few more

joy

ever increasing

love

felt deep within

eyes

full of passion

kisses

wondering lips with deliberate touches

breathes

taken to be shared

holding

to never let go

music

a reason to move

water

warming our naked bodies

dancing

action for emotions

words

expressing what the heart feels

smiles

saying what words cant

happiness

true and welcome

a moment

then another

followed by a few more

It is here

Even if you cant

You will

The wind pushed itself into you

Through you

Around you

Not caring

Yet giving

The sea breathes

It moves with each breath

Dancing with the wind

on the shore

Waves push into rocks

Through them

Around them

Not caring

taking

but still giving

movement

Creating chaos

Only to be balanced with order

which is spirit

The wind pushes on

Breathing with rage

Trying to tear the pages I write

That is chaos

Destruction in any way

But spirit is life

Full of order

The spirit of these words

Ordering them in comprehension

Its a gift

I receive it

I gift it back

The gift of the breath

Forced into me

And freely given back

What is

Are we

Or our thoughts

Is an idea always

Had been

Will be

And what of energy and atoms

Do they come and go

Or only go

From this to that

Like a thought

Is my spirit forever

Had been and will be always

If my spirit

Then what else

And what is my spirit

If not just conscience energy

What is energy that isnt conscience

I suppose these thoughts are as eternal as conscience thought itself

A friend meant to be

Two that are one

Had they been before

In the previous form

In the previous energy

In the original thought

Who was that

Why’d they get to decide

Or did we

As one

The collected eternal energy of reality