If you only knew
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Romantic
I met you briefly, our paths crossed like we had been life-long lovers.
For a moment we both knew it was not a casual interlude.
We were not the kind of people to be in love, or at least admit it.
Yet I found myself musing over how easily I fell.
I could not deny my heart was a place of fantasy and illusion,
the kind of wonderland that few can even imagine.
But your eyes saw everything I was, for just a fraction of my life.
You lifted the veil of social controversy long enough to believe.
The striking smile you gave me, the way you felt my words.
A glance across the table as our friends looked unto themselves.
You would make me think there was no dream, no fantasy,
but I could still hear myself say I love you within each thought.
I would say, again and again, to me this only one love.
The kind of story that could be written into a thousand pages.
A tale of serendipity, of the warmest embrace through subtle touch,
and the cool autumn breeze as destiny chooses different paths.
It would be an epic, of midnight passion and secret rendezvous
Partnered with an ending, the heartfelt tears of saying good-bye.
This was not the fantasy, no, it was the tale of two souls dancing.
It was a chapter of life happening by chance and desire.
I would etch my thoughts to textured paper,
for a hundred generations to see after we are gone.
and you could hopefully understand how I spoke,
with each and every word, with every thought, so heartfelt.
You could perhaps share in my love, again and again, to taste it,
like the sensual flavor of fresh strawberries melting on your tongue.
You would hear my desire as if you shared my thirst for it,
whimsically laying upon the comforting green grass with me in your arms.
You would believe in true love. The kind that declares itself in dream.
The faithful searching of a partner unlike any other.
My pages would become torn and worn, my body tarnished with your experiences,
and would happily know that every letter was written for you.
You would care for me as if we had met in life, a secret love affair,
I would not know who you are or if you knew of my intentions.
So I would leave you, knowing this was written for you,
the beautiful soul, the perfect touch as this fable comes to a close.
If I came across your profile
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dreams, Friendship
If I came across your profile,
would I wonder about you,
whether you enjoy the background,
the music that no one else hears,
or if you stand on the stage of life
and scream into the crowd.
If I came across your profile,
could I dare to think it defines you,
the way you eat breakfast in the morning
or laugh at whimsical musings like this.
Should I care to understand more,
or click once more to the next.
If I came across your profile,
should there be a glimpse of who you are,
I would hope so, enough that I befriend you,
as I ask myself what trivial things we share.
I do not know, I just wonder,
should a stranger like me even care.
If I came across your profile,
your smile, your eyes, the favorite color of life
with the people that you define as “friend”
Do you know how much they care,
if I came across your profile,
would you even know I was there?
The Line Between
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Romantic
Some people say,
that I have a remarkable soul.
Where it lays between black and white,
lost in a place that defines everything else.
I think, if not the words that have left my lips,
should my thoughts escape without a subtle echo
a peaceful remembrance to something so wonderful,
that they may etch themselves to paper.
Yet I am not here, no, it is a whisper
My heart seems to find itself without a voice,
a silence so deafening that I hear no cry, no compassion.
Simply left wandering in this empty corridor of artistic searching.
My Drowning Insurrection
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Loss
Have the tides changed so rapidly,
pushing against the shores beneath calm waters
as the ebe of life draws to and fro
that one cannot dream without risk of drowning
fighting against every motion, every inaction
wondering if passion will lead to surrender
or if the serenity merely represents acceptance.
I do not care to know,
to fight against a nature so fluid.
It is not a way I care to preserve,
not a struggle that will keep me afloat.
I do not fear, nor do I surrender.
The way my life will drift, I will not control.
No one will tell me, to navigate within safe waters
for I am sailing by myself, with no route home.
Lady, within the city I cannot see
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love
She was beautiful, the kind of definition artists try to capture
in song, the flavor or rose water as it touches your lips.
She was the kind of presence that people remarked about.
The lady in black, that gave reason for a poem,
a brief insight to the human condition, known only as beautiful.
How a Child says “I love you”
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Love
I gave my son a hug last night, which in our own way
Describes a feeling of love between us.
When I say “I love you” to him, there is no faith lost in those words.
I say them with an honest heart, and a belief in everything we are.
When he says “I love you” to me, he says so with childlike innocence.
They are not words to him, they are fundamental expressions of who he is.
Every time I hug him, every time he smiles at me,
the moment is perfect.
Even when we have lost something important.
The seconds we share are not forgotten,
they are not discarded or left unfound,
they simply become part of the feelings three words embrace.
I search for this, if not to teach my son to care,
but to be a better person than I can ever hope to be.
To learn from my faults, so that they are not his.
I care for him to love, without desire or expectation,
to peacefully explore life with his youthful nature,
and to keep his innonence when he says “I love you”
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~May all of our children have a wonderful 2007