interference patterns…

by just looking
at it
one might
draw
some
negative conclusions
for
the case
is
well worn
it’s
wooden shell
shows
its age
and
how
hard
it’s been
handled
over the years
some parts
are
tarnished
resembling
the color
of
gray hair
other parts
are
dented
and
i doubt
work
anymore
but
when you look
inside
it still maintains
its
youthful beauty
my old
kaleidoscope

 

a worthwhile read…

it’s a nice story
buried tween pages of muck
how love can prevail
when the world creates chaos
a light in all the darkness

 

now that was helpful…

love’s fluidity
makes defining
difficult
if
not
impossible
thus
the perfect subject
for
dreamy
lovesick poets
proposing endless lines
of
poetry
about
the undefinable
fine
melodic verses
revealing
nothing
at all
about
what lies
concealed
within
the soul

 

the search…

which star
holds
life like ours
out of
the 10 billion galaxies
each
with
10 billion stars
how
does one
find
the one
with
life
and
how does one
find
a lost love
to say
i’m sorry
in
a city
with
so many
souls

 

sunrise…

a corner seat
at
a daydream’s table
nothing
floating
between
the frames
on
my forehead
but
the sweet notes
of
piano music
and
memories
of
when magic
was
real
and
love would last
forever
an eternal flame
that
nothing
in life
could extinguish
and
the ticking of time
seemed
like
the sound
of
spring rain
on
a tin roof
rhythmic melodies
warm
as
a lover’s breath
and
as
a sweet
a morning tea
here
in
my
corner
seat

 

disapproval…

sometimes
subtle
but
rarely
unobserved
small movements
of
lips
or
eyes
that can
quickly
be translated
by
even
the dullest minds
ah
but those
with
intellect
stare off
into
a mythical horizon
as if
nothing
was
covertly conveyed
turning
the predator
into
the
prey