a true love story never ends

i’m here.

here is a funny word

knows no distance but speaks of closeness and

patient persistence.

here sighs and mumbles in vain,

always remembering that love, that joy, that peace, that happiness

that fire....eternal intense fire

that keeps them here.

keeps them close.

knowing that they will never leave.

i’m here.

here sings the blues while playing sweetly on a hand carved

spanish guitar, caressing black lines on a creased and worn white hope

with tears of expectancy and pain,

wondering when the notes played will change.

here, plays those same notes the birds sing, while

beating their wings, filling the air with the scent of flying free

but here adds it’s own twist, capturing late night conversations

and turning 'i miss you’s' into melodies lovers can dream to,

whispers through curly connections of the day when here will also fly free

meanders through the night as the spanish guitar sings, and sings, and sings

sings the blues to the blue midnight.

i’m here.

gazing into the searching midnight

the last notes fading ,

here passes the dark with reminicings of

earth shattering merges

and the smell of salty dew on freshly loved flesh.

replaying intellectual musings while one lay on white fluffy pillows

and one on heaving chest.

star light, start bright first star i see tonight...

each dying ball of light mark here’s yearning calendar

sparkling off the months, days, hours, and time until here is

breathing in sweetly inhaled, exhaled air again.

i’m here.

here, never leaves. doesn’t know how

here doesn’t let go. here knows no limitations

even as the door closes

here becomes love’s bodyguard

silently calling, loudly waiting,

never too far away to come back.

here is unassuming, what you see,

memories of what you smelt, tasted, and felt

is what you get, it’s your’s until the end of time.

the greatest poet

communicating through unwavering lines

spoken words of support and understanding

unspoken words of wonder and open eyed gazes

at such beauty,

pink impressions on white healers speak

‘you’re perfect just the way you are’

i’m here.

here is a funny word

knows no distance

but speaks of closeness and

patient persistence.

comprehends that time is an enemy to all,

but love is everlastingly joyful.

and when here reaches that joy

even if for 5 minutes of an eternity

here will sing of the love, peace and happiness achieved

and will forever resonate through the hand carved spanish guitar

‘and should eternity end

and start all over again, even then....’

...i’m here.

la.moi
2010-07-05
written to cactus blue by acoustic alchemy.