Praia da Costa Nova - Ilhavo Agosto 2006

Esperança

	Random Thoughts
	He has found a dream that must come true But this dream perhaps won't make it through. He takes the time to understand the seasons Yet it seems that time will never be a reason. If it wasn't for the purity of her heart, He would not have fallen and hurt; If it wasn't for her blessed soul, He would not be stressing like a fool. If only she could see into what must; But today once again fell like a gust. There is so much to believe in; So much he should never have felt; But good things are happening; Her heart is opening in secret. Perhaps she can no longer pretend Perhaps she sees all he wishes to tend. Everything he needed fell into her arms Won't you help untie them and cause no harm? If only his heart wasn't open to pain.. So much is fleeing away from this dream; Images are slowing vanishing in vain What part of it is thick like cream? What part will he not forget tomorrow? An eternity and never a feeling so deep will grow. Lovely Bee

Although you are with someone else,

I want to have my say

Without invading your domain

Or scaring you away.

I respect the choice you made

And all that you decide,

But I would just like you to know

I want you by my side.

As a lake deep in a wood

Awaits a cool, fresh breeze,

I will wait, a patient eye,

While you do as you please.

Nicholas Gordon

Just loving you has been a revelation,
Even if you hadn't loved me back.
My heart now knows the secret paths of pleasure,
Exchanging ends and means for greater treasure,
Losing lust and grateful for the lack,
Yet relishing the play of shared sensation.




Nicholas Gordon

I've dreamed of loving you for many years, Loving you each day and night, each hour,
Loving till you flow into my tears,
And I into the garden where you flower.
Of course I must be me, as you are you,
But just as bushes planted side by side
So intertwine one cannot tell they're two,
We will through love and time be unified.
So have I dreamed, though we have been apart
So long that I of life with you despaired,
Holding wounded hope within my heart
That through these frozen years it might be spared.
The world is a redaction of the dream.
Our greatest pain deep longings shall redeem.
Nicholas Gordon