Just taking a small break from "Novelist-ing" to pop another one into PiP.

The first book of the Trilogy has been published!
Take a peek at the address set as my homepage if you're curious.


Now one for the ladies. Who knows? It might be for you; but, I'm not telling...


    

Sometimes...

Sitting in front of this Pandora's Box, we call a computer; I ponder and wonder...
was it by some chance, our thoughts briefly touched?
Or, was it just merely an innocent blunder?
Yet, the chances of that seem remote, when one thinks
of the millions... at any one instant of time,
logged into some site, random surfing the pages...
so... was there indeed, a much deeper design?


Sometimes...

I can't help but think, as your words gently tumble;
a silky-soft waterfall of gentle thought.
Perhaps, we indeed, have been guided together;
by some unseen hand, this strange thing has been wrought.
For, they say...
like minds and hearts, seek out each other...
I always thought that meant some physical play,
but, this is quite different... perhaps kindred spirits attract,
even though, they are so far away.


Sometimes...

I ponder the words, with which, you weave your magic...
flawlessly spun, crafted exquisitely;
do I detect the whisper, of other thoughts between the lines...
and, which others can't see?
Or, is this thought merely, a foolish assumption?
The hope, of what I think I see... may be there?
Such sweet subterfuge is the stuff of which dreams are made;
I wonder, perhaps, if those dreams we could share?


Sometimes...

As I sit pensively, forming some couplet;
seeking some word that rhymes, so perfectly;
I wonder what might have been, had we met sooner;
when we were both young...
and, when we were both free?
Could it have been a "Grande Passionale"...?
Hearts and minds intertwined, from the first sight?
Could it have been a dance across the Milky Way...
cloaked in a love, as deep as the night?


Sometimes...

I really wonder how far we can take this... please tell me,
at what point should we call it a day?
Is there a limit to "creative writing"...?
That's how it appears on the page, anyway.
But we know there may be a soft undercurrent,
locked up, and un-reachable... but, there's a key;
the tragedy is, that the lock's out of reach...
except in the dreams,
we may share... secretly.


Sometimes...

I know that I must remain in the shadows...
a voice in the darkness,
a thought in the night.
What price for a sweet kiss, into a dream woven...
as gentle and soft, as the palest moonlight?
In dreams, I could hold you... in dreams, I could love you...
in dreams, I could whisper those words
you now view;
perhaps in some other time, and, in some other place...
we'll meet again...
and, those dreams... we'll renew.

Sweet dreams, Ladies.
'Bye for now...
D.