jazzsessions101

My dearest Love, I honestly don't know where to start. I guess we could begin with closure. I have, and, always will be profoundly in love with you. However, I can't continue to punish myself with what was and could have been. Our apathy however good, bad, or indifferent has taught me so much. Your love taught me to dance again, and with each step, I wore you in spirit and conviction. This love taught me that I could love again, and reminded me of the storm that comes shortly there after; once love has fallen. I've learned that love isn't always perfect but when it's real it's forever. Our relationship severed me from my own internal seclusion. Without speaking a word, you often reached me with your mind, and I would always find myself in the compassion of your arms. This is very difficult for me. I found strength in our union and stood fast against all opposition before us. However, I believe that God delivered you to me for a season, and exposed me to a love that I've often written about, a love that weakened my defenses from past hurt. I felt impervious to love and it's many rewards. I've been respectfully humbled so I thank you for this season to live, love and laugh. This opportunity was so pleasant of all sorts and my tears are a cleansing of rejoice and speechless thanks for our song and liberation. I will always host a special place in my heart for you and the dance. See, the sum of my parts didn't add up to one being until I consumed the passion without regrets and affirmation. So my dearest love and conquest may I know you a life time, and may God bless all that you have been to this union. Its time for me to stop pretending that it didn't happen and embrace the fact that it did. I wish you well, and respect your travels. You were good to and for me in my time of downcast and I appreciate that beyond mentioning. So with what symbolic meaning this has, I'm ready, and willing to move on from beneath the storm. Love, always remember that wealth comes from the heart and the struggle to which I am both grateful and prosperous. I love you with no regrets I wish you a thousand seasons of bliss .. Anon

The candles time the night as our sweat
cleanses our uncertainties and we begin a
journey into a state of unknown. Your moans
cast convictions that shatter the voices of
the morning bird's song. As if a dream the
Sun begins to rise as it provides warmth
that fuels our compassion. As my hands
caress the curvature of your buxom, I gaze
into your eyes and began to know myself.
I'm free... May the angels bless this union
as we join hands and consummate our
liberation for one another. While you lay
shivering my lips consume the wholeness of
your body. As if a child we run free
throughout our consciousness as we repose
into a field of dandelions. Anon.

Teach me, that I might understand the secrets of your fruit.
Unto your eyes I find my sanctuary
I often drift in a dream...
one of rapture
one of recollection of what may have
and could have been
Your words serve as my fortress
a wall that provides protection to
a withering heart.
If the stones you cast be that of love
may I die at the hands of them
The sun is our invention
created by the mastermind of our being
providing nourishment to our soul
Your vitality challenges me
So may we grow old together at the edge of
our ancestor's porch watching the sunset
as it dismisses us into another
day

Your Love flows throughout the distant
shores as the melodic of angels mimic your
song
Distance becomes my certitude as time
fosters one's own convictions
Love fuels the soul that sends the rapture
flowing like the Nile
Without question, your eyes challenge me
without utterance your lips complete my
calling
Mountains yield at your wake while the sun
confesses your presence.

I dreamed that your voice sent me into seclusion
As if a school of birds I drift free
I dreamed that I was consumed by your passion
It sent chills like a winter wind
I dreamed of a hiding place, I found serenity in your eyes
I dreamed about the warmth of the morning sun
It was your touch
As I lie asleep I dream
I dreamed of a candle atop my windowsill
Just past it was an image of you
I dreamed of the spring
I dreamed of the heavens
I dreamed of life without you
I was awaken