a love poem

the first time
your eyes caressed mine
to say
it was like magic
is to tame
the gentle passion
and moments
shared
in the seeing of a glance
you took
my hand and opened my heart
to
the beauty of what I did not see
I
try to understand
why and how
these things happen
but
you explain so much
with your laughing eyes
to make me
not waste my time
worrying or wondering
is this meant to be

the first time
your eyes caressed mine
the winds sang their songs
the sunshine shivered with joy
warming the life within me

I've been living alone so long
running alone is easy
running through a fantasy
chasing myself into reality
looking for what is clear to see

holding on to little
more than I can carry
freedom kissed me in the wind
the rain smiled at me
when I thought
I needed someone to hold

ancient ones sighed
softly calling through worlds
to be living
means we are not alone
running into life
is not the same
as running away


         by  -   john trudell    (stickman)







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