On Barbury Lane

The tender nakedness of love’s escape still remained
on the very pathway where the eyes of two lonely hearts
erupted in passion’s flame. And although the moment
could never be the same, the presence of her kiss
still fragrances his name.
They were two well versed souls
bonded by the exploration of connection
as two separated paths on the same road
of reflection discovering an emptiness instantly

                         filled
by the common touch of emotional surrender.
and now that she’s gone all he can do is
remember
how the temper of her smile acquiesced
the embrace of the poplar trees
and how her golden locks of hair breezed the air
causing him to blanket the ground
with the romance of his knees.
Oh how he use to adore the way her eyes
brought out the glow in sunset skies;
that poetic inheritance of heaven’s surprise
which made her twice an angel
and always there within him at their place
of invention.

A place where he has learned
to walk alone again and a place where
her memory still holds his hand
and as his tears began to rain
he knew they would be forever together
on Barbury Lane.

© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan

A Street With No Exit

Heartbreak has had me afraid to travel
down side streets where the possibilities of love
were parked close to the curbs of my heart

I was afraid of another flat tire
leaving me stranded on the roads of loneliness
with no one ever stopping to give me that lift
I needed to refuel the engine of my passion

             But one day I took a turn

on a street with no exit

Where

There was no end of a road
but a beginning to a natural

                            feeling of connection

that served as the spark plugs reigniting
my broken down emotions with the renewed
energy of romantic discovery.

© 2009
Tarringo T. Vaughan

Some Kind Of Wonderful

Is this where I’m supposed to rip the picture
of our love in half and burn the memory of your smile
in the fire pit of my anger?
Is this the part in the movie script where I’m supposed
to break down and wilt into pathetic
ball of crumbled self-hate because you are no longer
the nest of warmth next to me to wake me with a stare?

Who the fuck made up the rules for a broken heart anyway?

Because tears do not drip drop into puddles of emptiness
without you by my side because you instilled the courage
to love and to bare a soul I kept hidden all my life.
You welded my heart into a concrete storage place
for dedication, passion and caring that can never again
be penetrated by the crafty hammer of loneliness.
You showed me a companionship that will last beyond
the fortitudes of partnership.

You are indeed some kind of wonderful
for recognizing the world out there through eyes
visualized to heal. And you healed me
without leaving a scar; without leaving me with an ache
that returns with every memorized vision of hurt
and you continue to be that sweet morning sunshine
that provides the vitamin D I need to rise and shine
as fearless and provide an energy to reveal to life
the brighter side of believing.

It is my pride and human nature that is defining you
as some kind of wonderful.

© 2009
Tarringo T Vaughan

Nobody Is Going To Love Me

I want to love again
I want to love again and celebrate the victory
of two hearts cemented in a stone
of everlasting commitment.

I want to feel the voice of a lover singing to my heart.
I want to hear the touch of passionate surrender
embrace me and never part.
I want to kiss the open air of a collaborative breath
exhaled from the romance
of two souls waltzing together as one
in a dreamer’s dance.

I want to capture that moment again; that moment
that awakened my loneliness
and released a new energy of music from my core
that I have never heard before.

I want to love again
but before I can love I must realize
that nobody is going to love me
until I find a way to love myself again.



© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan