Sprinkled with Spectacular

You hold me in your gaze
Tantalizingly inviting me to
Traipse this path
Follow you on your way
Your journey to surpass
No rules of admonishment to
Effect a lesser road to
Escape weary confines
Eek out some semblance of
Reason to define
Your rhythm to my rhyme
Eloquence eludes me
Bespeaking this moment
This pause a
Reflection of love grown in
Richest soil turned by time
From your hands to mine
Feeling each nuance of
What once was your torment
Matched to the conflicts in my mind
To reach for you one more time
Feel the warmth of your fingertips
Brushing mine
It's the essence of love held
Between each breath we share in the
Particles of peace
Bestowed in the quiet when we are alone
Weaving bits of magic in among the mundane
Holding respect captive in the awe of our love
Nurtured into what we have become
In this moment
In what is yours
In this place
In what is mine
Sprinkled with Spectacular
In all that is our time....

10/26/06


For CLR

She said, "You are my everloving dreamgirl and I want to cherish you and our love. You are so special to me as well. Unlike anyone else I have ever known and I am sure I will never meet anyone as great as you(hey that sounds like a song). And you are also the most beautiful woman I have ever known. And you are mine."

P.S. 5.15.10

I remember feeling like this as if in a dream, another time, another life. The richest of illusions born from the desire for this magnificence to be REAL.

What is REAL, anyway?