THE ECCENTRIC

MIRRAGE:

it all started with a dream,
just a tiny little seed,
planted within the realm of the subconscious
where my (our) heart lies;

a desire to have a good life,
to love and be loved,
together with the one who
completes this circle of existence;

standing hand in hand
under the twilight sky
i can see it from your eyes
and i can’t dismiss this feeling;

beneath the darkened sky,
your lips against mine, stealing small kisses
passion flying from each cell,
locked in a embrace and trying to catch a breathe,
feeling only the pounding of a restless heart;

sitting next to you, your head
resting upon my chest, in the still of night
under star blanketed skies, star gazing,
as i gently draw you near.

Love is a Strange Thing:

everything is fine,
as the days pass by
one by one,
some long, some slow;

I talk to myself quiet and low,
elegies of my heart and soul…
a shiver, a sigh, soft words whispered in the dark,
my senses are mixed already, unable to differentiate
between a sound or a smell or a touch or a taste;

I keep dreaming of a time,
my fingers intertwined
with you, an everlasting
joy of time, heart skipping
a beat here and there;

as I sit here
thinking sweet thoughts of you
lustful images make my heart
palpitate uncontrollably;

trembling uncontrollably
the heat continues to rise
as I close my eyes and see
you standing before me;

I open up my eyes to find
that you are nowhere around
I feel a wave of sadness
crash upon the shores of my heart;

As i lie here obsessed with the thought of you,
hoping it will all be over soon and,
waiting patiently for the day
when I can hold you in my arms
and never have to let you go again,
i realize love is a strange thing indeed.