she

she,
with the sirius in her eyes;
freshness of spring in her breath;
morning sun on her lips;
when sways hair over her face
gives heartbeat a pause.
and
her fragrance
entice the autumn to bloom
swivel the first breeze of spring.

she,
strums the unknown chords in me;
treads into the unruffled vast;
lingers in my eyes;
and
casts a spell with her smile.

Yet
the enigma still lives
the silence ever so loud
whoever said "silence is golden"
not here at least
and the words lie scattered.

untold...unseen...

the moment never came my way.
was it mine?
you know...perhaps.
you could have seen those reflections
every time you tapped
and i turned around.
or
was it someone else
you were looking for.

my presence

i am where you are
where your eyes look at
where you rest your head, your body.

i am in the spaces where you look for me
and in the voices where you search for me
i am where ever you are

with you

happier i was before
happiest i am now.
moments were wonderful before
and are blessed now.
dreams were hazy before
they are clear now.
music sounded distant
but is vibrant now.
and
life has found a direction
to the spaces;
wherein lies
your necessity
the urge to behold you,
the essence of your presence and warmth
the need of your gaze
and
the thought of yours
lingering
every time i close my eyes.