Dreamer or stalker?

Depends on date defined

I'd just like to talk to her

But that seems time defied

Long ago she was my dream

By sunshine and moody moon

The futher it got, the closer it would seem

We'd move from December to June

We almost met, almost held hands

But some tear in the canvas happened

What I mined for on demand

Was an empty shell in a second

Since then we sailed different seas

I'd hoped our tides would tie

So, instead, I'd rub the fog, gaze to her breeze

Now call it love, others call it die

Roll it and some will see the worse me

Others may still call what it is

A hope I had once and hopefully

She's the promised paradise I'd end up with

First touch

Flesh to flesh

Feels like forever

And forever fresh

But time to lose

That first touch

So much to learn

And it's just too much

Alone in a corner

Is better spying the other

Tough love of a father

The distant one of a mother

Then long for the embrace

of a loved stranger

A face in the crowd

Deemed safe of any danger

Flesh to flesh

Again, a maritime marshmellow

It makes no sense

Yet has sense to follow

And lend embrace

To the ones to come

To think what's lost

And have hugs done

Then embrace less

There needs to be a thought

There needs to be love

There needs to be desire fought

An embrace needs to happen

Fueled with desire and free will

Words spoken will not deliver

An embrace will

A cat in a house

Pampered and fed

A cat in the street

Scowling for a morsel of bread

Where do you live?

I live in the heights

Anything you can forgive?

I didn't choose the nights

Whose heart is big enough

To take on both?

To pair the timid with the tough

And help them in growth?

Under the balcony eyes stare

At a milkway of aspiration

Shrouded by a tree's green fanfare

Turned to a different situation

The cat on the street looks higher

The one in the house looks at the sky

In cats, like men, desire

Deserves its right to hope high

Tick

I heard a click

And my heart said it’s time to start

I didn’t understand which part

Dud

I heard a thud

My heart’s at work with a bug

I wish it shared my shrug

Boom

I heard a sound like doom

My heart’s on a search for the answer

It arrived at someone’s anger

Tick tock

Like a clock

Which clockwise my heart’s at today

So many soothsayers its’ hard to say

Drum

Like nails going numb

It’s just my heart in the room

A fake feeling like a lense in zoom

little pieces

have disappeared

over the years

learning to live

without them

harsh

reality

and now bigger pieces

are gone

and yearning

for completeness

is unrequited

before the end

heart unbroken

body hale

perfect once more

with all the lessons

kept

ready to go again

resurrected

so

death

cannot

win

Somehow there’s a price to pay

Since there’s something there to say

But there’s no one there to save

The body, not the mind, that brushes brave

Putting all sort of tools to serve truth

A deserving feat for senior and youth

So people say He’s right with insight

But now people say it’s not worth the fight

And in a land of strangers the artist finds

Better souls, better strangers, better minds

They lend him food of body for food of thought

And he wishes his thoughts were better bought

A voice that carries through the soggy speeches

And other sounds support like leeches

What matters is the life of the party

The average one is just not a party

A real hero dies on the rise

A false one lives with a sham surprise

The artist knows the truth in precious

The politician just knows how delicious

And every dictator chases made mice

Promising punishment with inventive device

But a voice is heard ten times over the mic

For every broadcast there’s a limitless like

Yes, the artist is a voice over a mountain's peak

Sounding like a echo in a valley once he speaks

While others sell the goods

To sell the truth for a profit he never would

Guilty pleasure with the noise full blast

People blabbering bubbles of the past

Little feet steal a moment from the place

Faces smile and warn of disgrace

Swift years later, there’s more to know

A stand gets taller, there’s more to show

And squabbles happen due to feverish feelings

Then land nowhere as if hurt is self-healing

Switch on years more, and there’s the bunch

Laughing it out loud then hum or hush on a hunch

Over a snippet snack, a joke’s that’s cracked,

Not know that this time is leaving not coming back

Slower years happen in the kitchen as it scents what’s been

Somehow it’s the same but not the quite the way it’s been

And freshness leads the way to whatever is opposite

As everything trickles the kitchen waits for what time will deposit

Then one day less firm feet walks into the quiet

Someone stood there before professing the riot

Disappears and signs appear that soon there will be a heaven

But the only memory left was when everything was a given

You came into my life,

asking for nothing,

yet wanting something.

You would smile, laugh,

gently touch my being,

and I felt myself enthralled.

You took me places

I love.

Thank God it was the middle of a dream

When I saw that which may not seem

Peek into the private part of the making

The rugged and the sweetness in their shaking

Many a time I thought the knob would turn

And my kid would see what she had learnt

A face to face truth, no remedy to the eyes

Father and mother turn lovers with no disguise

But wake I did and found a house quiet

And my daughter far away in her own private riot

Fighting demons that belong to anothe dimension

One of them is a relationship and its tension

Never do the eyes of kids see what's in plain sight

Although they know that somehow they're right

Father and mother are normal people but not so normal

Where's the love when the attire is so formal?

The secret of life passed from generation to generation

And it, till now, despite signs, remains a secret

From the very ones who guard it the most

And have a feeling they have to find it to have it lost

Bumping me like an alarm bell in my head

I bumped to find that my daughter was not there instead

Between worlds, I did my best to remove the stain

To remind my daughter there's a future to gain

It was a dream as if I am being warned

To not let my guard down after having sworn

To protect those I love, by hovering over one

And sheltering the other from siding the sun

You stare down the well

And see it ran dry

You remember the spell

That spilled a seed in a river high

Sounds speak in voices

That it's time to let go

Older means no more choices

Every water has to run fast, run slow

Just to think it was that one boat

That ferried two into the unknown

Whoever is about to fall gets caught

In the other's loving arms tightly sown

What happens at this journey's end

When one claims to helm the ship

But the other discards the lover, brands a friend

And touch becomes a thought to skip

The Captain tries as hard as he can

To get back to when request was a quest

Tries to start it over as it first began

Finds in the end that he always facing the test

The virgin and the water-carrier back again

The water-carrier stares at an empty sack

And the virgin turns the other side then

Where is forward when forward has its back?

It's empty. What's empty? A story? A life?

Is it all emptied after being full?

How full was it before the sex split the husband and wife?

Memories aren't empty. Free to push one and one to pull.