Of Love

Of Love and Choice

Your love for me is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
This love, my hope – a dream I would attain.
But now I fear, this rain may fall and stop.

Your rain I know as love, can soak and drown.
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow stalks. What does my doubt convey?

My love for you both hurts and overwhelms:
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that love resides in counter realms:
Inside, I know the pain, of love displaced.

To fear to lose or love so deep and pure?
For love I choose… the one I most adore.

Copyright Revised January 2012
Gary Pilarchik

Well Aged

In love,
I let the world drift.
Sunsets stream
and mountains lift.

In love,
I let the barrier fall.
Footprints crunch
and snowflakes fall.

In love,
a most vulnerable state.
A fevered walk,
through a mysterious gate.

In love,
perhaps once true.
Still unsure,
how I made it through.

January 2013
Gary Pilarchik


Canvass or Stone

To paint with colors?
So droll like white.
I'll sculpt your form,
in black of night.
To touch with fingers,
that warm - delight.
To shape and bend.
In sync - just right.

January 2013
Gary Pilarchik 


Fallen Trees

Love is jet black.
For it blinds on the bluest sunlit days.
It is a siren,
deafening sensibility,
of logic fed ways.

Love is pure ice.
For it topples a cleat edged wall.
It is a feather bed,
of gentle warm breath,
that breaks the fall.

Love is a mild poison.
For it aches the heart - constricted.
It is a soothing song,
of music unrestricted.

January 2013
Gary Pilarchik


Perfect 21413

Kissing her 
is weightless.

Like the yellow sun
on a still
Winter's day.

She warms 
and brings 
the depths

of the bluest day
to my soul.

Copyright February 2013
Gary Pilarchik