A drink of life and dark aromas tender voices offer

Tables set do fill me and the presence of your words

Friends, lovers, strangers seeking my discourse

Walls alive with sounds of music birds hum along

Clock’s hand dancing circles witness from above

Noises slowly blossom  with clutter in my head

Words uttered cease, sounds no longer heard

Oh that God would keep me in Silence 

Is it black or white?  Is it good or bad?  Are you honest or a liar?  Do I accept or reject?  Will I still love you tomorrow? 

Floods of emotions you bring me tonight, a safe haven my heart and body find with you.  Your hands explore me and reach my high places.  My guards have shattered, without force you free my control.

I awake again as your breath returns and watch your content an effortless thrill.  I rest tonight with love at my bosom but a fool I’ve become to sleep. 

Sadness smiles at me a familiar friend refusing to leave.  Doubts are my pillow and sheets restore bars as I slowly push you away, one more time.

Destiny, do I believe in it or is it just wishful thinking?  How was I to know when I left my home this morning that I would bump into him again.  I find myself thinking , is this a coincidence or is it destiny?  Why am I struggling with this one after feeling and wondering  about this many times before.  Is it my great need to meet that person who I believe is going to be the one to make me ‘completely happy’ and satisfy me in every area?  A million thoughts go through my mind as I board the bus in route to Brooklyn on this very rainy morning.  We greet each other once again though it has been some time since I saw him last.  “Haven’t seen you in a while” , he says, and I tell him it’s because I’ve taken the train to the city lately.  I notice right away that he looks different, it’s his new haircut nice and short , the way I like it.  All of a sudden I find him attractive and wonder if he feels the same.  I take my seat not too close as I prefer to stay a mystery at this time.  He continues to drive, I imagine the same route he’s repeated over and over for who knows how long.  We remain silent with each other but my mind is not still, it will not give me peace unless I receive a sign that this is meant to be, that I am to know this man as more than just a bus driver.  My stop is coming up and I get up to leave.  As I pass by him to say good-bye he grabs my arm and tells me “Have a Great Day”.  I look down at his hand on my arm which he casually removed then I look up and smile as if  receiving an invitation to a great party.  I say, “by the way I like your haircut, that’s how I like it”,  then looked away as I gracefully stepped off the bus.   That was nice I thought as I walked into Dunkin Doughnuts to get my usual cup of coffee.  Wonder when I’ll see him again?  Will he invite me to dinner?  Will we talk more next time or will he remain silent from shyness?  I wanted to know the answer to these questions in my  head.  But then I knew right away that destiny needed more testing.