my mind goes out of focus,
but I still have a hold on you.
So I say please, oh please,
continue distracting me,
for I have lost focus.
Focus yes, but my hold/your hold remains....
blending into the other as focus leaves
the hands tightens the hold
and pulls stronger as the moments pass.
The distraction grows, the focus leaves....
but the hold strengthens,
softly daily as the hold
pulls the other tighter,
so does its enticement.
the enticement,
there is the wonder,
the wanting to learn more, seek more out,
finding answers to thoughts,
the mind wanting to explore beyond,
past knowledge to the place where answers lie
to this questions that spins
behind the both sets of eyes.
Questions that will be answered when spoken,
and in their own time...in quiet moments.
Time when the crescent moon is aloft
and the stars twinkle so bright .
The breeze is cool and blowing gently and
it is in the still of the night
that the answers may appear.
Ah yes, in the still of the night
the answers come upon the soft breeze
as if a whisper to the soul.
The sensual sensations begin to arouse
as the words spoken
seem to drift on the breeze,
drifting back and forth to say
the elegant words of
the other's beauty, each bestows.
There is much said, yet much left unsaid..
for past fears persist,
haunting in ways not always known.
He sees she tends to allow sensations
to over ride her fear
for the yearning for such,
supercedes her fears
and allows courage
to press forward in the night.
She yearns and wonders of many things,
and tries to put aside all
but is not always easy for her.....
for she wishes to make no mistakes.
For such treasures realized
in the utmost of shared passion
in shared feelings of
pure kindness and tenderness,
and the comfort of knowing
that there are no mistakes
once one can let go of the yesterdays
and live for today,
knowing tomorrow may never come.
His words ring very true....
but also hint of ships in the night,
touching and moving past...
such things only make her feel
empty and lost...
for it is not as she seeks.
For as the bell rings and the light circles
to warn her of such dangers,
his passing be as it may
possibly a gift from above
to help her sail smoothly to new lands,
which she's waited so long to see.
Same perhaps her passing for him....
it is hard to know, but surely
in time all will be revealed..to both
..though she may feel things best
to remain as they are....
for she does not wish to be one forgotten.
True, we all wish,
to be remembered,
revered above all others,
but in holding back,
then one may miss the wind
that fills our sails full to enjoy the seas.
True, one can reach out
and wave to the ship,
can enjoy the slow passing of it.....
but ultimately
too many passing ships
makes all similar and the same.....
none unique.
Truer still, each ship that passes by
is of its own uniqueness,
for all are fashioned differently
and sail at different paces,
though one may tend to look
at all ships being the same
for you've been on
ships that sank in the night
not reaching your destination.
Alas, as you slowly starve on your island
the more you believe
they will all sink,
the weaker you will become
to your own demise.
He speaks truth
conveying his thoughts..
the thoughts of one
who wishes to meet ships,
dock with them for a time
and pass on into the night.....
this works well for this captain...
and that is what matters...
but others are not of the strong stock
he is made of...
passing ships whether they sink or not..
still pass.....
she often times feels it best
to sit on the island
and watch them pass...
for then she does not drown
or get lost in the sea.
But this captain is but of a simple brood,
one that places no demands on her
other than her thoughts shared,
for the captain is kind and wishes not for her
to endure such rough waters
for he knows not of where
the wind will sail him
for is but of fate and faith
that it will be one
of great offerings to his harbor,
He wishes and seeks not to dock,
for as she has,
he has had to endure
the strong winds
that battered his sails,
when he thought he was in safe harbor,
finding out he also
had to go through mighty storms
that wrecked his ship
and lays fear in him of being docked
and not being in open waters
where he can sail free
without fears.
As he waves her good bye
and she waves back,
she still continues to look
for new ships to come
but they may be already doomed for
she may not see them,
she turns to walk away,
and begins to weep.
passing right by the island...
She does not seek docking,
does not seek to board the ship...
for she knows
that it is,
not now an option...
she wishes nothing of
a captain he does not
wish to give....
the kindness and caring is sweet....
though she knows not,
of what it is he seeks
...but knows the bonds
of closeness are there...
which is good for both....
he does confuse at times..
by the unspoken thoughts
or meaning behind the words...
so she continues to just be as she knows....
and time will release all answers....
and she will wave and smile
as his ship passes by every time,
on his journey
to the open seas....
she knows and understands
his need for the open sea...
to be free and go
where he chooses....
and if he needs to feel
the softness of her ways,
she is there
when he seeks out her company,
and be distracted,
once again.
by Emotions-n-Poetry and SilkFire