Memories are gateways to the past.

Childhood endeavors that couldn't last.

Passages through time, 
love and laughter, joy and tears.

Moments to savor in our passing years.

Still there are memories left to make, 
Surely there are gateways yet to take. 

Highways and byways to explore.

Paths of golden light
reaching deep into the night, 
leading us to some far off cosmic shore.

Too more memories,
more roads, 
life's a book we pray
will never close. 

Even as the final chapter nears its end. 

We look for another gate, 
a portal escaping fate.

And hope for a new journey to begin.

Should we kiss?
I must admit,
I miss the taste of a woman,
the face of a woman,
the place a woman fills in my bed.

Pulling her close in the night
soft skin and silk pajamas,

better yet no pajamas,
just her soft sultry flesh
pressed against mine.

Limbs intertwined,
passion in her eyes,
Lavender Febreze
and the smell of *** cloud my senses.

And in this moment
I am tempted to let down all my defenses.

As words like love,
relationship,
and monogamy  
fill my mind.

This lone wolf life
is not all it's cracked up to be.

So back to the question: should we kiss?

My answer most definitely!

My reflection in a lake
seems so much more real to me.

So much beneath the surface
that no one ever sees.

But what is the reality,
Which one is real?

The Reflection you see,
or what lies beneath!

Surrender to me,
your lips, your *******, your hips.

Surrender to me,
all the love in your heart,
all the passion in your soul.

Give your all to me,
here in my arms,
here in the dark.

All that you give,
I swear,
I will give my all in return.

You are the fire raging in my heart,
You are the passion burning in my soul.

You are the meaning,
the essence of love,
of life, of joy.

You've created a man,
from this once shy boy.

So Surrender to me
as I already have to you.

Together we will share
a dream that can only
be shared by two.

Building a love, a life, a world,
beyond me and you.

Beyond the physical,
beyond the spiritual.

Simply beyond anything,
we ever knew.

They found his body decomposing
rotting away in a chair.

It took seven day for them to find him,
just sitting there.

Fingers locked to a cell phone,
battery also quite dead.

It took a brave soul to revive it,
to look and see what it said.

It said,
In my time of dying,
I sit here.

All alone, no love around,
no family, no friends,
just alone in the end.

Waiting to hear from my true love,
I hope I hear from you today.

One last I love you,
All I want to hear you say.

It came 2 days later,
but all it said was.

HEY.

She swirls around me like a storm
Her rage of confusion does me no harm.

I run my fingers through her hair
and down her side, 
I calm her as she tries to hide.

Tries to hide the way she feels, 
but her trembles, beneath my fingers reveal.

Reveal all she is scared to say. 

Take my hand, I whisper, 
let me lead the way.

Through tumult, and tempest I'll guide you.

On this journey of uncharted waters,
Navigating the unsure rivers of your shielded heart.

Until hand and hand we arrive,
on the golden shores, 
of a love so true.

In the shadows she now stands
a bridge to the past
a link to yesteryear.

Beside her modern day brother
of concrete and steel
she whispers " I'm still here"

She doesn't pale in comparison
that fact is clear.

She shines in the sun,
in a weathered sort of way.

Saying "Remember me"
I'll be gone someday.

My purpose is now much grander
than just reaching from one side to the other.

I reach into history, into the memories
of those who remember me,
when I was vital
when I was necessary.

Not many left now,
of them, or of those like me.

So visit when you can,
hold a loved one's hand,
and pass beneath my eves.

"We're still here", so make new memories.

Cause when we're gone we're gone,
and all that will remain,
Is faded photos, old stories,
and memories.