as i was watching a candle burn
i saw the light a steady glow
like when we touched what i discerned
was a warmth you gave i came to know

as the fire rose and became ablaze
it reminded me of passions gone
where the shine had shown within your gaze
through every night and early dawn

the more it burned the wax would melt
the need to be consumed by heat
enveloped between what i had felt
would enclose my heart with no retreat

and as i watched the flickers wane
a wistful ending in denial
i saw your face within the flame
that vanished with your haunting smile

View of the bridge - Verona, Italy in May of 2001

Lonely

Lonely is a shadow, that escapes the light of dawn,
which comes engulfed in darkness, later to be gone
from the depths beneath your heart beat, in the breadth beside your soul
it lingers upon the moments when your feelings are not whole

Lonely is a man, who walks twilights down the street,
known to him are faces that memory can not defeat
lost to him are places, all things that would not last,
he only weeps and paces always looking for his past

Lonely can not sing, its voice- the rain had took along,
crickets took its music, and the nightingale- its song
but its wordless cloak of sorrow and unspoken self denial
is haunting our tomorrow like a ghost we’ve known awhile

Lonely if only, would let the sunrise cast its fate…
and forgave himself the past that he looked upon with hate…
could find within itself, the love its always known
and see that it is not only, Lonely- on its own

Faith

what does it mean
what is it describing
to be felt so small
but filled to its capacity,
drawn within.
almost incandescent
almost a shiver anchored to the
very root of my being.
does it speak
does it know that the shine
in your eyes could sometimes
kill something inside of me,
because it believed.
how many times can you count
the disbelief of losing someone,
to be missing something you
somehow had
whose hands am i actually
reaching out to in the darkness.
is there a god