different landscapes, something will happen, and rewriting life. |
different landscapes 22 december, 2004 winter landscape too quickly viewed from a speeding train lingering impossible hills covered in light frost trees lost in freezing mist constantly changing beauty to occupy my thoughts interior landscape sixty of eighty-five seats empty, muffled sounds from inside and out subtle relaxing colors for travelers’ comfort visual temptation too close to avoid awakening imagination handsome voyager sleeping nonetheless discreet observation, admiring classy white shirt with pearl buttons high-tech jeans and a close-fitting black blazer too early in the morning, bristly shadows on his chin what dreams flow through your mind why such a seductive smile why did you choose to sit so close did you sense my wandering desires my instant appreciation of your beauty never mind the temptation, I'm traveling to another love, my real one, no need for imagination no fantasy unless shared by two and my heart flies higher than the wheels of the train impatient for arrival, doors opening, you run along the platform to meet me carrying me into the calmness of our existence shared in lifetimes apart reality always different than the anticipation of gladness will I dare to fall into your arms, my head on your shoulder laughing openly with the joy of simply seeing you again my timid smiles on arrival already misinterpreted, my fault again this distance between the inner and the outer too quiet, I feel an unspeakable sorrow loving you thus listening closely wisdom begets caution there is a confusion I do not always understand a lifetime heeding these sentiments of watchfulness though I won't tell you I'm glad to be here your arms are the only ones making me feel safe the only ones I long for daily the landscape of my second home a fire waiting on my arrival cozy lights dimmed just right two lovers on the same sofa, arms entwined the intimate music of reassuring words of worship a smile I know so well my dreams will be sweet tonight something will happen 12 december, 2004 universal quest for more than fleeting happiness moments of applause after a concert opening night at the opera singular moments of substitution the special person, people, somehow always absent home again to the empty house somewhere over a rainbow before or after the storm the day after tomorrow I will begin to wonder through the meandering life of a procrastinator whether it can happen here elsewhere has had its share forever, will true happiness find my house like Santa Claus and chimneys transforming hope into a home among the shooting stars of fate destined for the masses wherever I may be, can providence calm the questions of my soul there-ever and whenever, here-ever and now my arms in welcoming openness awaiting a new year's resolution let it happen, something to cherish a gift to fulfill the lifetime left to me a just quest for fleeting universal happiness rewriting life 2 december, 2004 the bliss of love we desire so never-ending if you are the beauty, then I must be the beast princes and frogs crystal slippers and pumpkins ivy clinging to ivory towers giants and leprechauns how to turn life into fairy tale passion? a zest of kindness a pinch of love two armfuls of laughter a barrel filled with smiles three bottles of bubbly good humor a clover leaf for luck and the brew is completed though the dosage may always vary according to local custom so that's easy enough, yet more often than not the wicked witch places a crooked arrow in Cupid's bow and good gets tainted with bad love fades into disguised hate everything golden just rusts and life's magic loses its importance cups remain half empty instead of half full fantasy turns towards fatality seeping invariably into shadowy corners of destiny and what should have remained true veers to false and the smile is lost everything else wilts and sooner than I realize you have become the beast, and I the beauty fairy tales never should be rewritten |