Love must be blind

Why should love be blind?

Why shouldn’t love know?

Because knowing blows away magic

Knowing lifts the curtain

And burns away passion

As sure as ice ever could

Why should we not know what we love?

Because knowing destroys feeling

And you can either know,

Or feel,

But not both.

More Jim Morrison

A man rakes leaves into
a heap in his pard, a plie,
& leans on his rake &
burns them utterly.
The fragrance fills the forest
children pause & heed the
smell, which will become
nostalgia in several years

becoming a politician

wrung my heart in distress for what you were putting them through

pulled it through the hollow, bared it, to see what it could do

and then, when it all came down to you,

you took my heart out and threw it away

and now we're one.

A Special Love Story

I can see his slim body, bordering on thin
walking beside, noticing, trying not to directly, me.
we're walking together, like twin souls
about to be brought together from across the worlds.
neither of us says a word,
but the unsaid's easier heard;
as he starts walking faster, like this is a race,
I break my stroll and hurry up to keep pace.
until i realise i'm not just trying to walk beside,
but get ahead - just like he tried.
we're walking, together still, but sweating beneath the strain
of trying to get ahead, and stay in line, and get ahead again.
he lets out a little gasp, but he's smiling now,
and i'm smiling too as we walk together with no one in tow.
who would've thought that two souls ever could
love each other like i knew we would?
with neither in front and none behind
with no slowing down, and no being left behind

this would be the perfect example of perfect love
lifetimes spent fighting , and still supporting each other.
we're still walking now, but our paces have slowed,
together, and our hands touch and meet as we remember
lifetimes of having fought and supported and infinitely loved.

When we can’t meet...

I’ve a little place that I go to, every time I think of you and we can’t meet. It’s a little pink world lover’s inhabit and I want this world to be a part of you too, like it is a part of me. So close your eyes, and think of me and you’ll see it. And I’ll be waiting there, in the garden of our dreams. We will meet there, and go walking among the dewy grass. And there will just be you and me. Under the sky. Walking hand-in-hand, talking about absolutely anything under that beautiful golden sun that’s shining only for us. We will talk about aeons to spend together, hand-in-hand, in our own little pink world. And time will stop for us. And there will be magic. It will envelope us like a thousand stars coming together, spinning our relationship into gold. And we will never part. And that’s a promise.