I was not searching for it
Or you
But somehow you found me…
Before I could react
You
Wrapped your warmth around me…
I let my desires go
To dance upon the wind
My heart, though, persists
Leading me to some distant love…
Until fate came
Knocking on my door again
So much had changed
But what was in my heart, remained…
I was searching for it
All this time
The moment you opened your arms
And held me close
And we wrapped our warmth
Around each other….
Joanne Cousins ©
Certain of so little
I recognize this pain.
It creeps up unexpectedly
The aching so familiar; so old
I stand, feeling crippled
Weighted down by the load
Tired
And worn from knowing...
Trust laid into so few things
A place half-remembered
A thought; half-envisioned
A promise of hope
Most terrifying
Questions cause unrest
Fate
Changes when we least expect.
Staring at the moment
My heart overwhelmed
You
Fell back into my life
Breezing right back through the door
A feeling so familiar; so sweet
I know this; bliss
But
I am certain of so little…
Joanne Cousins ©
If I reach across the chasm between us
Will I only meet resistance?
If you smile; exploring a road to acceptance
But come to touch resentment…
If the offer of love is extended
But looms; sensing rejection.
Our denial becomes an impassable wall
Rendering peace, joy and happiness
Barren, depleted and lost…
Joanne Cousins ©
Living an obscure existence
Only to delight in your splendor
My eyes gleam like emeralds
Your smile brightens my forlorn existence
I resent the wind running through your hair
Knowing it could have been my fingers
Envy the sunlight that kisses your lips
Wishing mine could linger there
Longing to hold you that extra moment
Before you slip away
The ambiguous sentiment of the instance
Descending within the intensity
Profoundness further consuming reality…
My feelings disgrace me into silence
The truth never to be revealed
Thoughts of you fill me with longing
Our friendship mocks me
I am incapable of confronting it
You have no idea of this
And it is I, with the shortcomings
Fault lies completely in my hands
You make me understand who I am
And who I must be
I realize I am fragile
And so far removed from myself
That I cling to the
Façade of pleasure
Taken from my thoughts of you…
Joanne Cousins ©
