" Formulaic, Frenzied, Phrases of Love "..

The sky itself is beckoning me, ........it knows what I see when I gaze into .......it's blue
It knows I see your face......and the smile, you smiled last night.................although I couldn't even see you........I knew that it graced your face ........much like the sun
does to the sky.............brightening everything for miles......and touching the clouds so gently.......like the way I feel for you..........when my imaginings send a lotic breeze........in memory of the way we kissed.......in dreams and dances.....and.......formulaic, frenzied, phrases,..........and fanciful embraces...........through this........my imagination and rhythmical heartbeats.........that spell your name in hidden places.......pronouncing the coming days........ a holiday of electric fibered feelings..........running a marathon through the heart of loving you........during festive leaps and bounds.....and sounds of musical laughter..........that can never explain these feelings that I'm having.......and though the song is sweet.......the symphony cannot make the sounds....that I hear inside my head........whenever you laugh or pray out loud.........those heavenly words of praise....that reach the ear of GOD........ and simply wash away every living sound, of cathartic discoveries........encompassing the times and melodic rhymes.......that ring in the churches steeple........reminding me of........when we were ordinary people....perhaps
it's just as well..........I know I never did belong..........but now I know your name........and I thank God you came along..........

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)