All of This Time Not Loving You

ALL OF THIS TIME (NOT LOVING YOU)

April 18, 2012 at 8:03pm

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Alone, It got so dark

Inside  my mind, babe

Without your love

Life seemed so unkind and

So I sat and brooded

Thought drear thoughts all day

Until the shadows of the sunset

Came in  lots and lots to play

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All of this time not loving you

Spent not in kissing

Not in hugs enough too

Missing the bounty that is  touch

But  more  the meeting of hearts and souls so much

What more is a poet to do?

I chase something that is missing

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I had my adventure into the heart of romance and long for it still again

The fullness of full loving

I catch a ray

Adopt my former attitude

Something bigger

The feeling, not just in the film or pictures

That you would put on mantles or on mugs

Or spirited lecture

Or ancient Middle Eastern rug

We all know beauty is more than a statue or a painting

All of this time since then  the feeling was

Being in a hole on a deserted island

I'm crying, calling out to you in my spirit

Your very presence haunts me in a way

Like a ticking clock mocking me that

Life's process is more than money

More than billions

But not so much without you

Forever longing

For we were ever meant to be together

Can true love be true?

Tell me, You who were my everything

This life is a thing so hard to do

I used to stroke your hair and caress and kiss it

You are the one classical love song

To the moon, to the sun to the  stars and the planets

That abides in me

That guides a mortal through the matters

Of the changing seasons, of the toil, of the reaching, of the winning and the failing

-- of the living!

Love's righteous power in

Redemption

To me it is elegant -- you are so much! A lady so much more!

I remember seeing eternity in your eyes, so magnificant, so holy, so ineffable

A purifying memory

A unfying expectation that things can be right somehow

If at all in this world

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And then yet in my wandering vagabond years

Came again the vision of your sweet simple face

Your deep soul, your ponderous class, your anomolous personality

Your tiny quirks

That infinity could not replace

Unto my dreams again

Take me home

I long for you and long again

You mythic creature

Beautiful, compassionate, beloved

A remarkable kindrid soul

My sweet one, fairer half

My princess, endless lover, my reason, my truth and beauty, -- I know!

Unto my dreams again

I travel to you

The story of our love called out

This time took me all the way

To when when was when it was a time of honest words,

Of love of art, of spontaneous musing

The two of us swimming in mystery

And we knew we were just kids

No matter what you say we were never more

And I awoke

You penetrating my mind

You pervading my very countenance

You call in my brain

You call to my imagination

You hold me to the touch

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If I had you

I would keep

You

You with your smile

That     knows

The tear inside the tsunami

The humble  force of bare nature

I would  keep and sing to you

If you were mine, dear

Time's passing on in this journey

And I know

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Time came around again as seasons do

And I met you face to face

I felt such a pure love

Pleasure

I confessed my love to you

In a special time and a special space

Standing in your eyes, in this love,  I found my grace

Happy I threw away my masterpiece painting

For you collected everything in my soul

Remembering everything we had come to be

Happy with the sum and the result

And cause

I would need to magic potion, no  enchanted spell, no secret map

Our fingers locked together and our love would stay in our psyches

Later to be trusted by rings, and by lifetimes

And I would come to know a love that would never fail

Indelible

Our hearts being true

Always, always, and always

And love was told

So this is a poem that needs no applause

I am singing O Sun, O Universe I am remedied, finallly!!!

And goodness shines down on a happy promise

For such in practice is the poetry of true love

Can it be?Can it be? Can it be?

Yes! And that is the surrprise about which to wonder