Chasing You (Into the Light)

THERE COMES A POINT
IN ELUSIVE GAMES
WHERE ONE MUST
GRAB THE RING:
DEDUCE THE
FEELINGS OF
EMPTINESS
FIND A GOOD
WAY TO SING,
THE YEN FOR
YOU CAME
RIGHT FROM
THE START
I WOULD NEVER
DENY THAT
AT ALL,
THE PIERCING
CRY OF ECSTACY
WAS ESCAPING
FROM MY HEART,
I WANTED SO
TO BE AWARE
TO KNOW AND
FIND
AND LAUGH
AND CARE,
SO WHEN YOU CAME
TO OPEN THE DOOR
SMILING
CHANTING
WANTING
MUCH MORE
IT WAS THE
FATEFUL TIME
FOR US TO BE,
TO SLASH THE RULES
AND FIND THE
TOOLS TO DANCE/
BY CHANCE
IT WAS NEVER
THE USUAL
VIBRANT CONNECTION
CEASING TO NOTICE
NO IMPERFECTIONS
BUT HAPPY INSTEAD
WERE WE
TO JOIN OUR FINE
BODIES IN MYSTERY,
WE MADE SECRET
BONDS
FROM THE REST
OF THE WORLD,
PAYING THE PRICE
NEVER
THOUGHT
TWICE TO WONDER
WHAT COMES DOWN
THE ROAD
MAYBE ONCE
BE ASUNDER
IF ONE PART DELAYS
THE OTHER ONE PAYS
REDUCING THE
DARKNESS TO LIGHT,

SUNSET-WITH-WHITE-DRESS-IN-SHADOW
 
MAKING A PROMISE
TO ALWAYS BELIEVE
GIVE AND TAKE
SEND AND RECEIVE,
I NEEDED THE GUIDANCE
OF A SPECIAL HAND
AND YOU RECOGNIZED
HOW TO MAKE MY
STAND, IT WAS SUCH
AN IRRESISTABLE
POINT,
FINALLY SOMEONE
WHO REALLY GOT ME
BENEATH THE
SHINING SURFACE,
PEELING AWAY
FOR A CERTAIN
PURPOSE,
YOU LURED ME IN
WITH INTENTIONS,
AND NOW THE
DIMENTIONS OF
PASSIONATE FANCY
HAVE TAKEN ON
THE CHASE,
FOR I MUST ERASE
THE OTHER
DEAD ENDS
THE TALKERS
AND FRIENDS
SURRENDER MY
MOST PERFECT
THING:
A LOYALTY LOVE
THAT ISN’T
NOT QUITE,
HERE I AM
CHASING
YOU INTO THE LIGHT.

©J.W. WINSLOW 5/1/16

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

THE WIND BLOWS
AND ALL AROUND ME
I SEE GREEN:
THE TREES AND
BRANCHES
THE VINES MEANDERING
ABOUT IN MESSY BEDS
FULL OF ANCIENT HYDRANGEA
AND PERHAPS A STRAY
MONARCH
IS FLOATING IN
THE RAYS OF SUNSHINE
THAT ENCOURAGE
WILD STRAWBERRIES
AND IVY CLIMBING
OVER THE NEIGHBORS FENCE,
IT WAS A SURPRISE
THIS PLACE
WRAPPING ITSELF
AROUND A POET’S SOUL
UNAWARE OF HOW
DEEPLY THE CHANGE
WOULD COME UPON ME,
THERE WERE ALWAYS
CURIOUS ROOMS
AND CROWDED FRENCH
ARRANGEMENTS OF
FRESH BUDS
IN A CAJUN VASE,
IS IT MY MEMORY OR MAYBE
IMAGINATION,
THEY FADE TOGETHER
YOU KNOW,
AND WHEN I FOUND
THE HOUSE
OF BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY
IT WAS AS IF
SOMETHING MEANT TO BE
HAD OCCURRED,
THE PICTURE IN MY MIND
WHEN I DREAMED OF
WHERE I WANTED TO LAND
HAD BEEN MISTY AND
FOGGY, WITH A HIGH
WALL OF WILDFLOWERS
TENDER PINK ROSES
AND GLASS DOORS
TO EXHIBIT THE SPLENDOR
OF NATURE,

MONKEYVILLE
 
SO LEST YOU HAVE
FORGOTTEN
THE JOYS OF DREAMS
AND THE THRILL
OF LIFE
TURNING AROUND
TO EMBRACE
AND CHARM,
YOU MUST COME
WITH ME ON THE
DAY YOU CHOOSE
TO VISIT,
AND IMAGINE THE
TOWERS OF EMERALD
AND WALLS OF LEAVES
SET AGAINST THE
BRIGHT BLUE SKY,
AMAZING BURSTS OF
WHITE BUDS
ON BARREN
APPLE TREES
A PATCH OF CLOUDS
DRIFTING BY
AS THAT OCEAN BREEZE
CARRIES THE
FRAGRANCE
OF SPRING,
I AM HERE
AMONGST THESE
THINGS
PLANNING
LIVING
BREATHING
CREATING IN
A PLACE THAT
HAS WELCOMED
ME HOME…

©J.W. WINSLOW 4/1/16