For someone special....

It has been a time since I have been wrestling with myself in that familiar old battle. To Say or not To..
However these words never cease to flow. For her, For myself and now for US. Hopefully all will be well soon..

It is Springtime and I see in myself an engulfing darkness. As my being plummets into the depths, I grapple helplessly between slow pragmatism and an urgent whim. It is an oft repeated theme in my life; that, I find myself being hemmed in on all sides by a set of sudden circumstances..

As these melancholy thoughts surround me , the last whiffs of jasmine float by me from my cooling tea. In the glass I see a lonely jasmine afloat in a golden pool, a lonely hope; beautiful although in a sea of indeterminate beauty..

Its been my only solace for the last few days .

As the moon tiptoes across my window to avoid incurring my wrath. Today, I am not angry, for he's a shy fringe, a sliver of hope and cold friendly light , a window open to both of us and in him in trust this message :

for her..

who IS..

sleep my dear, sleep
let not worries crease your brow
my heartbeats, the summer song,
to ease your hearts sorrow.

sleep my dear sleep,
for the moon shines in vain,
tonight
my love, shant see him
waxing eloquent,in lovely pain,

sleep my dear sleep
in my hearts hollow
shall come again on the morrow,
weekend of bright bliss and childish light,
not the adult's Grey pain and hopeless blight.....

THE CONCEPT OF HER

THE CONCEPT OF HER..

Of what maybe considered beautiful,the form of a woman is a major chunk of a man's imagination.

To an aesthete form means function.

Function here is the smashing of mans logic to smithreens and reducing him to a whimpering mass of adoring, incoherent, neural activity,
A mind numbing,art evoking force.

Analyzing this one can really fathom the innumerable ways of how SHE can overwhelm one's senses.


The gentle turn of an exposed wrist,
the sleep shattering sound of her bangles,
the eloquent swish of hair,
an angry twirl of an eyebrow,
a hesitant teardrop on the precipitous cliff of her eyelashes,
the soul piercing all seeing stare,
a loving caressing sleepy gaze,
that all revealing blush,
her courage arousing grip of his sleeve,
of confoundingly impressive feet and the shiver of the anklets as she twitters around one's mind and abode,
of reverie evoking rose petals which speak magical words,
and those heavenly curves that inhabit her.

oh man!!!!! this is just information overload and system failure.

Why are Women so Beautiful?
Friend the answer is a self effacing truth, which most of us and even they seem to believe is just plain old flattery.

Women are Beautiful because we, the men, love beautiful things.

They are the the curve to our angles,the dream in our logic,the warmth to our passion,the love in our lust,the caress in our grip,the heart in our mind.

In ways more than one, they complete us. our individual concepts of HER might differ. but the basic SHE doesn't.

Listen to the song 'you fill up my senses' by john denver.

It aptly reflects the utter failure of vocabulary to describe what one feels and experiences around each of HIS individual HER.

sorry for rambling away...

STILL SEARCHING..
SHE REMAINS MY ULTIMATE ANSWER.
(to this and to everything else in my life)