One Way...

Hi, I'm Chris.
Did you see
the sunrise through half-closed eyes
the steam rise
as the coffee entered the cup
Did you hear
all the old songs
they just have to play.

It doesn't take a mornin' person
to snuggle that extra half-minute.
I like to dance...
can carry a fair tune
outside the shower
and move with the music
that's inside,
to play
often tease - but with heart
not meanness,
to listen
to talk.

I read a bit
- am irreverent,
seldom politically correct
just
people concious.
I don't hurt another
to feel good,
don't like those that do.

Do you like to laugh
out loud
or just snicker
behind a self-aware hand.
I smile
with my eyes
not just my lips.

I've an old soul -
been round and around
again and again...
it's all in the eyes
you know -
mine and yours.
I ask hard questions -
already know the answers
to the easy ones.

Do you like subtle scents -
newly turned earth
fresh mown grass
the taste in a sea's breeze
as it touches your face.
I can cook -
really
from scratch -
its little things
that make the difference
little things I do
not because I have to.

I like a soft rain
the feel of drops touching
the sound and the echoes
its like - well...
you know what's its like -
what can I say that
you don't already know.

There is magic -
yes there is...
and some can weave
and touch
and be heard
and be seen
and even remembered.

Chris Twyford
Ancient117331
09/28/2004