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The Personal Ads 
Pages unfolded, dreams blossomed, 
Time flowed backward and forward; 
Dimensions breathed beyond barriers 
And left me wondering in darkness. 

As I turned the pages, the personal ads 
Raced by. None spoke of lost souls, 
None spoke of time's empty echoes. 
Then in a flash of eternity you 
Stared back at me, a ghostly face 
I recognized, a vague resemblance 
To one long-dead who always haunted 
My dreams, and possessed a mystical, 
Magical enchantment from times gone by. 

I read the brief bio about you 
And wondered what words left out; 
If your gentle eyes, your strong features 
Were as appealing in reality? Or if 
I was creating a chimera from 
A black-and-white picture? And if 
You were indeed a flesh-and-blood man, 
Could I reach across forever, grasp 
Your hand in mine, bring you to life? 

Pages unfolded, dreams blossomed, 
Time flowed backward and forward; 
Dimensions breathed beyond barriers 
And left me wondering in darkness. 


Empty Rooms 
The empty rooms of your empty home, 
The sad songs of your lonesome echoes, 
Are in the long, lonely halls you walk; 
Your empty memories reaching backward 
Where hurt and pain dwell 
In your breaking, grieving heart, 
Haunted by the defeat of divorce. 

Yesterday is gone, yet you feel emptiness, 
Knowing you must accept that loss. 
Please, open the windows in your empty home 
So warmth and love can fill the empty rooms 
With all that you secretly hunger for: 
Love, desire and passion in the night. 


Wedded Bliss 
I want to be swept up 
In the arms of you 
To sing songs of us. 

I want to be lost 
In the grand passion 
Of what I've never known. 

I want to be captured 
In your gentlemanly charms, 
To surrender to your touch 
And be cherished as a treasure. 

I want to feel the strength 
In the tenderness you offer, 
Drown in the deep love 
Your blue eyes promise. 

I want to live serenely 
In the joyous noise of us, 
Laugh and cry, shout and sigh, 
In the wedded bliss 
Of rainbows and kisses. 

I want, at last, to die happy 
On some dim, distant day, 
When our souls fly high 
Into the blazing light of free. 


Lovely Light 
Oh, spring sweet air, beyond compare, 
And blossomtime, life is a flower, 
Intoxicating lovers with mad desire. 

Rolling silver-lined clouds of rain, 
The showers soft as lavender evenings. 
Peach, plum, pear blooming fragrance 
Into misty mornings, drenched and dewy. 

Oh, spring upon the land everywhere 
And I am dying from the lovely light 
That shatters hearts with its ethereal beauty 
Like love unwanted or passion unspoken.