Sweet Truth

I am lost to him, but him to me? He does not say.
But what of that anyway?
It is the unsaid that reveals truth.
It is action that exposes love.

Nothing Lasting

For what purpose should I love again?
So many times I have thought it so, and so many times it was not.
At least not in its lasting.

Why not choose instead to love what cannot truly love in return?
Then - if lost - nothing ever was gained for the losing.

Greed

Greed is like a cool, smooth snake undetectably coiling itself around hearts.
He cunningly conceals himself behind words like fair, equitable or just.
All the while insisting on the most inequitable of conditions.

Star Gazing - a vignette

They sat under the stars on a bench overlooking the water with their heads directed upwards, gazing at the night sky. He was leaned back, legs crossed with an arm around her shoulder while pointing here and there, describing the different constellations and meanings that only someone who had studied the science would know.

Sunlight

The sun is coming.
And with it, relief.
I can once again open my eyes and see.
No longer will I fear what the dark has hidden from me.

The sun is coming.

No "Buts"

"I love you" should never end with "but..."
Or else it should never be said.

If I Am Nothing Else..

If I am nothing else I am daring.

I should have stopped long ago and questioned why love comes and leaves. 

I should have asked why I invite it in, only to show it back out again.

But I have not stopped. I have kept loving.  

A Chance Meeting

You would find my observation of our encounter overreaching.
But your attention gave me hope.
Your words, strength.
Your touch, desire.

Power Realized

I want to be loved.
Not by one, but by many.
And not for vanity's sake, but for choice.
Not for their choice.
But for mine.

Moonlight

If it is not with you that I stand under a moonlit sky, then I will not stand there at all.

Hope

It is not love.
It is the hope of love.

The Peace

He stands in the center of the darkened stage staring out at the empty theatre waiting for the peace to wash over him. On this day, especially, he needs every trace of what came before wiped away. It is only here, in this place that the peace ever finds him. But tonight, it does not come.

What is it..

What is it to feel loved?
Oh, I know what it is to be loved.
But the feel of it must certainly exceed it's knowing.

Risk

To believe in him is to risk being foolish. And I have grown weary of it.
Why is that I want what is wrong for me and do not want what is right?
Is it because I live for the pleasant surprise? The unexpected ending?

My Paradox

I love the unknown and yet I fear it. Sometimes, overwhelmingly so.

Even with the pain that too often develops from what is hidden, if the mysteries of this life were suddenly removed and I could see with unwavering clarity, I would find myself unsettled.

Truth

She took her seat on the plane and found her eyes filling with tears at it's movement forward. Not for love, for she had known love.

No, this pain drew from leaving the one who had unwittingly captured her heart with something she had never known. For the first time since finding love, she had experienced truth.

Unremarkable

He was completely unremarkable and left no first impression.
Yet, when their time together was over, she found she could not forget him.

The Past

To relive the past
would be to revive it.
And I do not wish
to do either.

Love & Haste

What is love to those who profess it so casually?
As if it is something to be easily grasped.

Perhaps if it is spoken in haste, it is also only momentarily held, and even more quickly forgotten.