A Measure of My Love

If my heart was a scale
I would weigh
The morsels of love
I offer you;
Or if my heart was a cup
I would dose out my love
So you’d never be drunk;
Love that knows no bounds
Flowing free like a river
Breaking the dams of my soul,
I should know by now
That nothing is infinite
Nothing is free.

If only I could measure out
The portion of love
That would be thine.

Tonight

It is dark now
And there you lie
Sprawled across my bed
Your arms stretched out
To where you think
I am nestled against you
While I sit on the floor
Struck by a caffeine overdose
Writing poetry…

I know I should try
Get some sleep
It is only a few hours
Before your alarm rings
But I am overwhelmed
Tonight by what I feel
I did not plan
To fall in love like this
And now it is too late …

Sometimes I wish
I can put it down on paper
What I feel for you
So it would make some sense
But the more I try
The more I am lost
‘Cos we have gone past logic
And that might be a good thing
Life doesn’t always make sense …

In this darkness as I listen
To the trains go by
As you softly breathe
And the sound of my keys
Almost afraid of waking you up
Not wanting to be discovered
Tonight is almost over
And tomorrow when you reach over
I 'd still be right beside you...

This poem is by Gary Sandlin. It touched me so deeply that I asked for his permission to publish it on my site. He has given it no title, but it is still just as beautiful. Enjoy ...

Truth, is it real or is it a romantic song sung for the moment.

Love, does it taste as sweet as poetry colorfully insinuates
Or is it a fleeting moment in time
Swooping down to disrupt one's balance.

Lust, is it a carnal craving which one is helpless to restrain
Or is it a desire of the heart revealing itself as primal desire of the flesh.

To each question in life's countless mysteries
Is an answer of convenience and an answer of happiness.

Your happiness is my answer.

I Hope you Remember

When you take another
Sip of that Weisen
I hope you remember
That time I complained
It was so light
And ended up drunk nevertheless.

And when you take another bite
Of your favorite Italian
I hope you remember
The time I insisted
On Chicken Lasagna
And enjoyed your vegetarian nevertheless.

And each time you go up
Your building elevator
I hope you remember
The night we had our first fight
Though I'm hardly the jealous type
Ended up being mad nevertheless.

And every time you think
Of the times we had
I hope you remember
That once you were
The very air I breathed
Though I still live on nevertheless.

The Spell is Broken

I used to laugh
At the frog who turned
Into a Prince
Or the Beauty
Who woke from her sleep;
It was only a fairytale.

I stand today
By the magic
Of your kiss;
Amazed by its power
To liberate.

It is almost as if
A long spell
Has been broken.

Last Goodbye

A steely airport
We stand
Face to face
I afraid to cry
You afraid
To see me cry
The shoes of passers by
More attractive
Than what we see
In each other's eyes
I whisper
"I love you"
You stand there
In stupified silence
I ask you
"Will I see you again?"
I guess you have no idea
What time might reveal
The conflict of emotions
Within you
I can now see it in your face
I know; even if you don't speak
That now I must go
And I will turn around
To see one more time
You turn your back on me
And as you walk away
There is a confirmation
Of this feeling inside;
This is our last good bye.

Another Evening in Times Square

‘A table for two Ma’m?’
He asks,
Only to be told,
‘No, just one’
Yet again.

The icicles fall;
Through the gloom
The lights don’t seem
Any dimmer
As evening falls.

Observing the world outside,
Millions of faces
Lost in the chatter
Running in the hope of
Getting somewhere warmer.

Clink of glasses,
More laughter
From the next table:
A celebration
Of the city life.

Half burnt Quesadillas
Watery Margheritas,
A small price to pay
For just another evening
In Times Square.