Hoping

Sorting through memories and thoughts of her
There faint kisses on the water
Looking down at her checking gazing
Sitting on the rocks
Her face
The way we both walked funny and held hands to steady ourselves
A Kiss held in time with a picture I keep away
The only physical portrait of our relationship
Her music
My music
Her eyes only saw mine
Now looking away
Were it all came to a screeching halt
When she decided she didn't know.

All I could do was watch
Her Kiss in black in white
Her clothing in neon
Her hair in brown
Smile of blue
And shadow of Grey

Let’s put an end to it.
Her memories must be lost.
They have been.
They shall be.
All scathing thoughts blown past by the friendship that is now solid.
Her little toy now sits at her lap
And looks back at me in a glare.
I chuckle.
It's over.

And the ever present tickle when She of all people
Enters my thoughts
Red tape wrapped around her
All over
Do I feel it now?
No
Not now
Green eyes
Brown eyes
Red hair.
Brown hair
Old feelings
Just friends.

She
Is Sunday mornings in the summer
The soft sand on my feet
Is a light at night on my forehead
A reflection from the moon into my room
Shining through the pail blue curtains
Into my scarlet mind.
Is the wind through my hair
My greeting to relief
And the new side of things
The jumbled up thoughts that never made it to words
The rhymes that never quite kept the rhythm
But the beat is her
And it’s oh so right
And the breath at the end of my sentence
Keeping me calm
Keeping me sane
Is dancing through my head time and time again
Swinging in six eight
Doing the waltz with my heart

I am
Dancing with her
Away from the world of my past
In a trance
Unwilling to think about what was
Only looking ahead into the sun
Into the light
Heaven
Restores in her light
Out over to the point
Of the cracked edges of them
Looking past them
Looking too
Were we will go
The water on which we will tread
The face which I will love
The sun shining through her hair onto my eyes
The sun lapping over us as we take it
A Smile
Sensitive
Tempting
Her eyes
And mine.
Locking.
A kiss
Hoping.

For your idea
For the chill you send up and down my spine
For the beauty in your eyes
Finding mine
For the lost moments in which I think I saw the back of your head in the crowd
For the uneasy sleep with you on my mind
For your words over the phone
For your idea
For shade of red my face turns every time I read a poem about me
For the shade of our hearts dancing a waltz
For the light on your head
For the strings you play
And your hand in mine
We walk to the sun

A Smile
Sensitive
Tempting
Her eyes
And mine.
Locking.
A kiss
Hoping.