Savanah Cafe

Voices mingle with the scuffle of shoes clicking,
and doors slamming shut.
The smell of coffee and cinnamon buns permeates
the air...
Movement...sound...senses rage in overdrive,
and yet still.
Questions of whether the coffee is actually tea,
or are these simply pancakes...just not so flat?

I recognize some of the faces from long ago,
especially the man in the glass.
He stares into my eyes without notice,
melancholy and mystery hovering close by...

It is his frozen voice that I mimic from time to time.
Standing to shuffle my way to the door and you
are here too, in the corner alone..
I had hoped you'd never find me here...
Slicing through plumes of blue smoke,
Your eyes invite me to sit with you.
I am near you now... settled in this booth,
and not alone.

Meanderings of a Fool

I told myself....walk away.
I did not.
I told myself...
you mean nothing to her.
I ignored the warning.
I am but a fool...in a
romantic paradise...

My state of mind is of my own doing...
I am but a fool,
I am but a fool.

G

A Glimpse of your Heart

A Glimpse of your Heart

It's quite natural I suppose...
I looked into your beautiful eyes and saw my reflection,
I watched your subtle movements...
your dance-like walk ~

A glimpse of your Heart I saw that morning...
I could have turned my eyes away,
I tried.
....but could not.

Without expectations,
I peered into your Heart...
and as though seeing a woman for the first time,
I could see nothing else.

Will my Heart allow me to stop this?
Can I forget you now?
Should I?

No...with no expectations in return....I will remain.

I will soon leave...
and where I go,
my eyes will speak of you...
my lips will not move...
but the passion of my Heart
will shake the Earth.

This, I know.

Gregory

The Foolish Heart (take two)

I made a promise to myself that I would pass by and leave no wake...
that I would respond to those around me with a benign disposition,
not cold....and certainly not hot.

The foolish tend to declare the unlikely...
so it is with me.

I have shamelessly fallen...

I have seen the spark of Love within my bosom again...
i once thought it to be forever gone...
trampled under the feet of a heartless brood.

No...my heart is not dead...
This fool declares it so.

Rome

Marked as spam When she  walks towards me...I am as a ghost... quick to fade. Others see her for her obvious beauty ....her smile, her eyes... I do too....and yet... I have seen another side of my beautiful " city.".... her laugh, her cries, her heart that still loves despite the torment that fate has bequeathed upon her. I see her frame that still stands tall... despite those that would have her fall. I want to tend her gardens...I want to carress her and keep her safe from the darkness. Does she know this of me?  Have I kept this secret for too long? Should I leave these shores my Love and come to you? Will you call for me?      How shall I recognize your voice? Will I hear you through the distance? Am I just a hopeless romantic to experience his own shipwreck? I know of the gulf between these two oceans ~ and I am forever drawn to chase away the distance.. So be it.... I have seen these shores far too long... So be it. Gregory

Wonder Tree

Like you, I change with the season...
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.

...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wait for the Spring to come.

gregory

shopping madness notes

the crowds are stampeding through the mall,
spending what little they have,
anticipating sales and "events"...
packed in aisles...backs to the wall.

what is it they really hope to find?
something small, something big...
one of a kind?

no...just deeper in debt...
more stuff...no job to pay for the stuff...
and a new calendar to plan for next year's
blackest of Friday's.