Sean

October 19, 1995

The leaves drifting, floating to the ground.

There is no hurry or expectation just falling, falling through

the millennia to where it all began.

Deep, deep within the earth, the secret is hidden, hidden

within the pages that had never been opened.

The pages that were within the book, the book that was

blank, devoid of any meaning, empty, just air.

Air that was rising, rising up with the expectation of

something greater.

The expectation builds, builds into the wind, the wind

blowing, blowing the leaves, disturbing their silence;

they fall, drifting back, back to where it all began.

October 20, 1995

The poem stands between us like a wall.

Like an unseen barrier separating souls.

It stands symbolic, like a sentinel preventing what is about to happen.

It protects us and keeps us from harm, yet, at the same time it retards us, keeping us from exploring the unknown, the unthought of.

We’re afraid, and yet our curiosity pushed us further until we’ve gone too far to ever turn back.

We are lost, you and I, between worlds, between souls.

The unknown looms before us, waiting to be discovered.

October 21, 1995

You play me like a song, like a song that has never been heard before, sitting deep within my soul. It plays over and over again, yet, no one has heard. You can feel it within me and strive to reveal it. With it, you reveal my soul.

Slowly, one note at a time, you discover the melody. You caress each note until it evolves into music.

Below the melody, the undertones emerge. Growing slowly, they carry the music like a current, raising it higher and higher. It becomes so primitive and simple that it is almost painful to hear. It beats on the soul like a drum.

The rhythm, once so strong and overwhelming, is altered. The soul has been cleansed, it is peaceful, I am alive. The melody still plays. It courses through my veins like the blood which sustains me, but is has been played. Played aloud by hands that will always treasure it and by a soul, which beats so true to my own, that our harmonies shall forever be entwined.

November 09, 1995

Love, like an ocean cleanses the soul of thoughts of pain and fear.

The struggle and turmoil are washed away with the single drop of a tear.

In your eyes, I find peace, tranquility and joy.

My spirit soars in exaltation, my body caught in rapture, thriving in the undertow of your love.

The mere presence of your body beside me ignites each nerve electric. Each touch a bolt of lightning, striking, crashing through the waves of your love.

Every thought, word and spoken verse caressing and guiding; I slowly find the current that leads me to your heart.

The gentle breeze that carries that tale of your love tells a story so close to my own.

Love, like an ocean, clears the mind of inhibitions and self -consciousness. It opens the door to understanding, compassion and the vastness of our lives.

Early 1996

My soul aches, my heart cries

My body trembles with fear

The unknown is close

I’m afraid the end is near.

The flowers bloom so white and pure

A symbol of our love

A soaring spirit flying high

Gliding through the sky above.

The dream began not long ago

So strong and pure and real

The poems we wrote, the love we felt

Forever I will feel.

September 20, 1996

I read the poems, the lines and verse that flowed from me so freely.

The love and joy and passion felt that wrote itself so clearly.

I know that passion stills exists, it plagues my heart and soul;

For now we are so far apart, it plays a different role.

It takes my strength to carry on, without you I am lost.

To hear your voice, to feel your touch, it melts away the frost;

That closes in and steals my heart and leaves me numb and cold.

The thoughts of you that plague my brain, they close in and are so bold.

To be with you, yet once again, for time forever lasting

Would be a dream, I dare not dream, a spell without a casting.

And so I live from day to day, with thoughts of you forever.

The passion felt so strong and clear, I know we’ll be together.

Someday we will be one again, our love will flow so freely

The poems and lines and feeling felt will once more flow so freely.

Until that day, I can be strong, my strength it will prevail

Just know my love, I love you still with hope I cannot veil.

I am yours and you are mine, together we are one.

And though we may be far apart, our love is like the sun.

It burns so bright, so warm and strong, its rays are ever warming.

Just like our love, the passion felt, the sun survives the storming.

And so my love, our sun burns bright and I know I can depend

That our love, just like this poem, will never ever end.