why are you a stranger still?

i stood there a solitary figure


forlorn, lost, and a little bit lonely


a void in my heart, a hollow emptiness


the music played, the crowd danced


i felt a presence, the room brightened


saw you in somebody's arms


a rhythm in your steps, your composure cool


suddenly you made my world come alive


i found a strange affinity


undescribable in words


shamelessly i looked for you


stared deep into your eyes


desperately longing to feel you gently


the music stopped


you sat on the railing besides me


geared up courage and spoke to you


you answered me your voice soft


we conversed casually, how was i to utter


that i wanted to tell you much more


that we cannot remain strangers


not when i felt the way i did


not when my mouth went dry


as we talked lightly


not when i fumbled with words


when i looked into your deep brown eyes


not when i wanted to hold you tight


and kiss your tender lips


but how was i to explain


that you mean much more to me


than just anybody else.

Reunion

A reunion of old friends

the lush green grass feeling cool

in the shadows of the darkening twilight

huge swarms of grayish clouds

vying to envelop the cresent moon.

A reunion of old friends

and talks of years left behind

a remembrance, laughter, an embarassment

creating an expression for memories

to spew forth from dormant minds.

A reunion of old friends

conversation flowing like a dam breached

flooding the atmosphere with unrestrained gaiety

a gentle tug at memory's land

a presence demanding to be identified

ruthlessly awakening to the present

'cause some thoughts are best buried

indiscretions of an innocent youth.

tongue-tied

the palpable quietness

the unnecessary silence
words to be uttered, suppressed
a dilemma of the spoken
creating a hiatus of speech
are thoughts to be repressed?
noble thoughts, thoughts of love
capable of empowering happiness
so simple to speak out thoughts
or so it seems...............................
simple for the unthinking
excruciating burden for the other
for the all seeing third eye
converses in a language that's silent
and the grand paradox of all
the literal verbose mouth gets the crown
while silent meaningful eyes left to suffer.