My Theory Of Love

Love is who I am
who I am afraid to be
Love is what will finally
bring me to my knees
for her,
so many of them

the one who I saw come out of her
mother's womb
the one who's dark skin is
just like mine
the one who when she cries
brings tears to
my eyes
the one who cried without me
and now wants to be without me

Love will either make me or break me
it will be my beginning
or my end
It will let me love you
even if it is only
as my friend

Love is accepting that there are some
mistakes that cannot be undone
but believing that Love
will get me past
the past
to once again enjoy
your sun

Love is having faith
in you and me
believing that there is
eternity
even when the fear is great
that you will just walk away
but humbling myself
and hoping anyways

Love is
the one named you

Dreams Hard To Find

As a boy – free and un-preoccupied
I climbed trees and flew kites.
I played and lived
Under the sun.
I hunted dreams
And listened
To old haunted stories.
I ate life
And kindled
The forces of nature.

As a man,
I became a witness to destruction.
I walked
Aimlessly
Always missing
The beating sound
Of the heart I left
Buried behind.
My memories smile.
They cast derision
Upon the futile attempt
On my behalf
To usurp a zen-like
Indifference to their place.

I walk alone
Tired and shamed
Craving a companion
A kindred soul
But I live
On a desolate land
Where solitude and space
Are a fiercely guarded commodity
I sing to the wind
And the moribund butterfly
Who seems more together
Than the whole of my life