In the springtime when the irises begin to blossom
or...
Late in the summer
when every verdure is thirsty
for the kiss of rain
Or when fall is coercing the trees to become naked
coating the earth with a multitude of colors
and...
the winter night skies are opulent with stars I...
Voluntarily, in all seasons,
surrender to you.
Every drop of rain that
descends from my body
longs to
shower your flora and perfume
your skin.
I...
Yearn for your touch
and long to
Open my petals
as you exhaust me with your love,
Until I fall into your arms
Knowing your love has sated all of me.
Oh!my sweet,
you have
Allured me into your seasons
and became my
Revelation of love.
Let my frolic in the seasons of your emotions,
As I confess my love
for you...
to you...
in all seasons.
The day-to-day musings of a frustrated conservative American.
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Dance
Let me
take your hand
and
dance with you seductively
under the starlit skies
as
The full moon
envelops our bodies
with her radiance.
Let me
hear your voice
like that of an amourous ballad
set my soul ablaze.
Feel my fingertips
dance across
you...
seducing, igniting
as I avow my love for you.
Let me
kiss your sensual lips,
And let our tongues dance
in the rhythm of love.
My love…
dance with me under
the starlit skies...
Dance with me,
Forever.
take your hand
and
dance with you seductively
under the starlit skies
as
The full moon
envelops our bodies
with her radiance.
Let me
hear your voice
like that of an amourous ballad
set my soul ablaze.
Feel my fingertips
dance across
you...
seducing, igniting
as I avow my love for you.
Let me
kiss your sensual lips,
And let our tongues dance
in the rhythm of love.
My love…
dance with me under
the starlit skies...
Dance with me,
Forever.
A Mother
A mother is one who always:
Recognizes the ‘what’
Anticipates the ‘when’
Identifies the ‘where’
Understands the ‘why’
And sympathizes with the ‘how’.
Recognizes the ‘what’
Anticipates the ‘when’
Identifies the ‘where’
Understands the ‘why’
And sympathizes with the ‘how’.
Hold Me
Do not go and leave me here
Among the dreams that we once knew.
Do not kill the things that we had loved,
And the pleasure that was you.
Give me just the thought of you,
And all we might have been;
Let me hope that the love we had
Might somehow have its chance again.
Let me dream once more of Life,
Although I know it won’t be true;
Hold me just a moment more,
And let me taste the touch of you.
Among the dreams that we once knew.
Do not kill the things that we had loved,
And the pleasure that was you.
Give me just the thought of you,
And all we might have been;
Let me hope that the love we had
Might somehow have its chance again.
Let me dream once more of Life,
Although I know it won’t be true;
Hold me just a moment more,
And let me taste the touch of you.
Two Hands
Two hands clasp in the darkness.
Two souls share an experience of life,
Witnessing love unfold before them.
Two mouths exchange endearments:
Words of love that vanish in the dark.
Two people walk under the pale moonlight.
Their love transcends the stars,
Their friendship never wavers.
A merged happiness:
Two as one,
Their lives intertwined,
If ever so slight,
Like the fingers of
Two hands in the night.
Two souls share an experience of life,
Witnessing love unfold before them.
Two mouths exchange endearments:
Words of love that vanish in the dark.
Two people walk under the pale moonlight.
Their love transcends the stars,
Their friendship never wavers.
A merged happiness:
Two as one,
Their lives intertwined,
If ever so slight,
Like the fingers of
Two hands in the night.
Down the Road
How often we fear the road up ahead,
How often we dread the unknown.
How often, too, do we tend to forget
That we never walk alone.
I understand now every misgiving,
For fear is a part of us all.
But, in faith, make each step firm and steady,
And darling, I won’t let you fall.
I am here, now, walking beside you
With a love that will never fail.
My arm about your shoulders,
My eye upon the trail.
How often we dread the unknown.
How often, too, do we tend to forget
That we never walk alone.
I understand now every misgiving,
For fear is a part of us all.
But, in faith, make each step firm and steady,
And darling, I won’t let you fall.
I am here, now, walking beside you
With a love that will never fail.
My arm about your shoulders,
My eye upon the trail.
Missing You
I have sketched the memory of you in my mind a thousand times.
Your radiance is as mesmerizing as the sunset on a summer’s eve...
as graceful as moonbeams dancing on the seashore...
and as pure as the first snow of winter.
Each flaming thought of you blisters the core of my soul.
Nights and days become lengthy and wearisome...
My sleep is fitful, and my eyes close only to see you,
lying beside me in my bed,
smiling in your sleep.
In the tranquility of the darkness your breath echoes in the chambers of my soul.
The presence of you filters through my bedroom,
and your fragrance permeates the air that encircles me.
Searching frantically amid the linens,
I only find my frigid and barren bedsheets.
I bury my face into your pillow and bewail.
However, my hope for tomorrow keeps me alive...
and safe...
and warm.
Your radiance is as mesmerizing as the sunset on a summer’s eve...
as graceful as moonbeams dancing on the seashore...
and as pure as the first snow of winter.
Each flaming thought of you blisters the core of my soul.
Nights and days become lengthy and wearisome...
My sleep is fitful, and my eyes close only to see you,
lying beside me in my bed,
smiling in your sleep.
In the tranquility of the darkness your breath echoes in the chambers of my soul.
The presence of you filters through my bedroom,
and your fragrance permeates the air that encircles me.
Searching frantically amid the linens,
I only find my frigid and barren bedsheets.
I bury my face into your pillow and bewail.
However, my hope for tomorrow keeps me alive...
and safe...
and warm.
I Dance in You
Sometimes I close my eyes,
Hold my breath,
And try to hear you in the silence…
Your heart beating,
Your body breathing,
The wind whispering through your hair.
In the quiet moments,
When the world is still,
And my mind is at rest,
You come to me.
The ghost of your fingertips stroking my hand,
Your caresses, like whispers of distant memories,
Which I cannot name,
And cannot deny.
I can feel you
Flowing like a river beneath me...
Your breath
Soft as blessings upon my cheek.
And as a child in the warm rains of summer,
I dance in you.
Hold my breath,
And try to hear you in the silence…
Your heart beating,
Your body breathing,
The wind whispering through your hair.
In the quiet moments,
When the world is still,
And my mind is at rest,
You come to me.
The ghost of your fingertips stroking my hand,
Your caresses, like whispers of distant memories,
Which I cannot name,
And cannot deny.
I can feel you
Flowing like a river beneath me...
Your breath
Soft as blessings upon my cheek.
And as a child in the warm rains of summer,
I dance in you.
A Mother's Love
There are times when only a Mother's love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappointments,
And calm all of our fears.
There are times when only a Mother's love
Can share the joy we feel
When something that we've dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a Mother's faith
Can help us along life's way,
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.
A Mother's heart and a Mother's faith
And a Mother's steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above.
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappointments,
And calm all of our fears.
There are times when only a Mother's love
Can share the joy we feel
When something that we've dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a Mother's faith
Can help us along life's way,
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.
A Mother's heart and a Mother's faith
And a Mother's steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above.
Mother's Day
12 May 2002
A Piece of the Night
Dreaming...
Running at a steady lope,
the night alive with sounds and scent.
Down hillside,
along stream’s dark bank,
pausing to drink the cold black water.
All shapes are gray.
I take a trail,
follow it for a time,
lose it,
try another.
My senses extend beyond my skull,
I hear the song the moon sings,
I am become a piece of the night.
Running at a steady lope,
the night alive with sounds and scent.
Down hillside,
along stream’s dark bank,
pausing to drink the cold black water.
All shapes are gray.
I take a trail,
follow it for a time,
lose it,
try another.
My senses extend beyond my skull,
I hear the song the moon sings,
I am become a piece of the night.
Underwater
My beast makes me sigh so deep.
I never sighed so deep before.
She is teaching me her lore
beside, beneath the ocean's roar.
Perhaps we're creatures of the deep:
Profound, subaqueous, a school of two
who strayed away from their ocean lair
to a ground of animals
where
we gasped for water
instead of air.
I never sighed so deep before.
She is teaching me her lore
beside, beneath the ocean's roar.
Perhaps we're creatures of the deep:
Profound, subaqueous, a school of two
who strayed away from their ocean lair
to a ground of animals
where
we gasped for water
instead of air.
Under the Willows
As leaves have fallen through the years
they faintly remember the joys, the tears,
of passing summers where lovers met:
Under the willows that silently wept.
Under the willow the grass was so green...
Children played in the cooling stream.
And laying upon the fragrant grass,
we dreamt of summers past.
Back to the days so young, so free,
when I thought time would remain with me.
But now I await the hour we'll meet:
Under the willows that silently weep.
they faintly remember the joys, the tears,
of passing summers where lovers met:
Under the willows that silently wept.
Under the willow the grass was so green...
Children played in the cooling stream.
And laying upon the fragrant grass,
we dreamt of summers past.
Back to the days so young, so free,
when I thought time would remain with me.
But now I await the hour we'll meet:
Under the willows that silently weep.
Sleepytime Tea
Flowers, grasses, petals and leaves
are good nepenthe for one who grieves.
Orange, black, yellow, rose:
These are the colors to conquer woes
(I suppose).
Chamomile cured Peter Rabbit
of his bad McGregor habit.
Flowers of passion, tilia too,
are an antidote for rue.
And lest the mixture seem to raw
add cap of skull and thorne of haw.
Boil water.
Let it steep.
Drink slow.
Drink deep.
Let go.
Benefits reap.
Lie down.
Go to sleep.
are good nepenthe for one who grieves.
Orange, black, yellow, rose:
These are the colors to conquer woes
(I suppose).
Chamomile cured Peter Rabbit
of his bad McGregor habit.
Flowers of passion, tilia too,
are an antidote for rue.
And lest the mixture seem to raw
add cap of skull and thorne of haw.
Boil water.
Let it steep.
Drink slow.
Drink deep.
Let go.
Benefits reap.
Lie down.
Go to sleep.
My Dying Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Tears upon my pillow seep.
If I should die before I wake
I pray my love my soul to take
and hold it gently to her breast
and lay my body down to rest.
When the nighttime slowly falls
and shadows dance upon the walls;
when the dewdrops slowly sneak
upon the snowy mountain peaks
put some flowers on my grave
so in the wind they'll gently wave.
Say goodbye to me, and sleep.
Our memories forever keep.
Tears upon my pillow seep.
If I should die before I wake
I pray my love my soul to take
and hold it gently to her breast
and lay my body down to rest.
When the nighttime slowly falls
and shadows dance upon the walls;
when the dewdrops slowly sneak
upon the snowy mountain peaks
put some flowers on my grave
so in the wind they'll gently wave.
Say goodbye to me, and sleep.
Our memories forever keep.
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