01-22-2014, 12:00 AM
the poem i wrote...on appreciation of men....
Man, oh Man.....
Man, oh man...., its the fire in his eyes,
his breath when he breathes the air,
the way his jaw tweaks when he is anxious,
the way he communicates his inner ruler.
his stalker actions with the dreams of potential,
taking baby steps towards each and every goal,
turning the unknown into the unknown,
that i watch, reflect on, encourage.
its the way, he may struggle,
put picks himself up again,
the knowing he is walking inwards with his head held high,
because this, is his journey...
its the way he looks lost, when he is confused,
how the light returns after a while and a smile appears,
knowing the inner storms have blown by.
he is attentive, present, filled with the world and its wonders.
its the way his words and action are like a seamless dance,
one following the other,
effortlessly with no reserve,
allowing him to be lead dancer and yet, be the danced.
all i can do is be there, add to the energy within the sphere of his creation,
so it may widen and deepen as he walks through life.
to know he is enough, is my guide to him,
over rocky ground,over the seas,
through ebb and flow.
That established trust, both mast and rudder.
I laugh out loud when he soars, to entwine with him, fluid, abandoned and wild, stops the world, and is a joy...
i hold the door wide, so he can wander into the unknown, unafraid,
and that knowing, emitting from his soul, through his eyes,
is the 'spark' of infinity that tells of the truth,
that he is, and will always be,
love and be-loved....
and that is enough for me....
Man, oh Man.....
Man, oh man...., its the fire in his eyes,
his breath when he breathes the air,
the way his jaw tweaks when he is anxious,
the way he communicates his inner ruler.
his stalker actions with the dreams of potential,
taking baby steps towards each and every goal,
turning the unknown into the unknown,
that i watch, reflect on, encourage.
its the way, he may struggle,
put picks himself up again,
the knowing he is walking inwards with his head held high,
because this, is his journey...
its the way he looks lost, when he is confused,
how the light returns after a while and a smile appears,
knowing the inner storms have blown by.
he is attentive, present, filled with the world and its wonders.
its the way his words and action are like a seamless dance,
one following the other,
effortlessly with no reserve,
allowing him to be lead dancer and yet, be the danced.
all i can do is be there, add to the energy within the sphere of his creation,
so it may widen and deepen as he walks through life.
to know he is enough, is my guide to him,
over rocky ground,over the seas,
through ebb and flow.
That established trust, both mast and rudder.
I laugh out loud when he soars, to entwine with him, fluid, abandoned and wild, stops the world, and is a joy...
i hold the door wide, so he can wander into the unknown, unafraid,
and that knowing, emitting from his soul, through his eyes,
is the 'spark' of infinity that tells of the truth,
that he is, and will always be,
love and be-loved....
and that is enough for me....