The Nostalgia of Love...a CRC Write #76

Anytime I'm anywhere near water
I remember....
a mind that is stretched
by a new experience
can never go back to it's old dimension

" for it was not into my ear you whispered,
but into my heart
It was not my lips you kissed,
but my soul "


don't look back.....
don't look back.........
no longer do we have to chase yesterday
We will always care
and so.....we will always be there
With just the wink of an eye
one day...everything we say....will be kind
we'll both know why it was just a  memory
fading...one less 'little personal problem'.....solved,
when a smile is not accompanied by a name
or an absence...is not a childish game
.....that day will be a good one
because we gave each other no reason to cry
and no cause to be released
as the apple of each others eye

I don't need you to complete me
and you don't need me to complete you
We're both 100%....
separately
You accept me...completely
and.......I still belong to you...discreetly
When we glaze into the light of night
of whatever destiny bestows,
it will be as peaceful as the waves
as they bathe silky shores

Of all the yesterdays we can name
a good conscience, clear intent
and recollections of time well spent
will we both be able to claim
 when our present pain
is what we choose to forget
The choice will be ours
to patch up the seconds past
with laughter instead of retaliations
with warm memories instead of cold stares,
and a song
....for you....for me
that comes as easy
as Sunday mornings' serendipity

Inside pastel colored frames
frozen in melancholy eyes we will sigh
as black and whites of piano keys note the nostalgia
in eyes that just hate to say goodbye
Words may play hide and seek
turning waves into creeks
while heartbeats try to keep up
with the journey of the heart
as we keep returning back at start
looking for love....looking
for love
Looking for love is like looking for peace
It's like the tide...
coming from inside out
......
your smile
your touch
the rush
even when you're not even around--
that's where I can be found

When your heart speaks
I take notes
and..as the waves move gently out and back in
...day after day...
I can truly say
this is our sail
...our day

...our way








jakuper (4/10/12)