Esvariza
da sombra,
lonxe
da reconfortante
seguridade entorpecente,
cara ao lume
e ti
poderías presenciar o incrible...
ou simplemente,
queimar.
riscos e riquezas…
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
Pristine
with love
devoid, and
compassion
gloved in ice,
he seeks
humanity, with a fist
of austerity.
the world flees his kindly ministrations, and
he flees
the world.
perhaps we needs
give to
him
a muddy embrace.
eve of awakening
scarlet ribbon
weaving subtle and
low
against a prescient sky.
a muted flame
against a
chaos waiting
to be tamed.
Are you the one?
will you grasp fire?
will you dance
among fear
and desire?
or wait,
until the clouds shift
and the tempest
once again robs away
your gift.
escape
full up to
the brim
with void and
yet,
there is room
for so much more.
hiding
in the silence,
an inevitable eruption grows
into a deathly calm.
Moon Quilt
comfort,
dipped in stardust
with seams of magic,
slips away,
gently. and
Night's mystery
slides so soft, and
so surely into
the oblivion
of now, where nothing remains
but my fear
and
I
lunacy
Her light
falls
so
softly
over me,
gliding
silently
into the corners of night.
Her song
tickles
the many doors to my soul, to again
let slip a yearning
long forgot.
a desire to know,
deep,
deep,
deep
within me, truth,
and feeling:
like the welcome touch of the cool morning breeze upon these soft waiting lips.
like the innocent laughing delight of a butterfly's kiss.
to experience the wonder, and
the beauty, and the
love,
once more.
shattered glory
a luz maxia
do
pôr de sol
sorrindo contra as folhas,
como pingos de chuva
dançando nos ventos outonos.
a beleza,
a tranquilidade,
o milagre,
em
noso mundo....
em
nosas almas.
venha,
e dançar comigo
love affair
haunted by memories
of how
we used to be,
I long
to once again curl up
with my beloved
in the comfort
of my beating heart.
rediscovering
joys long forgotten.
rekindling
passions long laid cold.
feeling
once more,
life's mysteries
tickling our soul.
and in this reunion
twixt
myself
& I,
may we drown
in seas of Truth
and Knowing.
knowing
that we
are loved.
knowing,
that we
are
love.
Dusk Symphony
gentle summer raindrops
drip,
drip, dripping and
dropping
into the open arms of the night.
leaves dancing
under that sweet pitter-patter,
as cool shadows grow
from deep below.
Silence whispers softly
to my soul
and I am helpless
to resist her gentle persuasions
as I drift
deeper into this evening...
an evening more fantastic,
more wonderful,
and more real than any dream.
a time to feel
my magic
growing within....
a time of small miracles.
a time
to let my
love flow
again.
Night Moves
Sky
reflecting Sun's magic
and appeal.
yet Shadow grows longer,
and the air falls
still, absent
of birdsong, yet
pregnant
with the mysteries.
and so
much
more....
imagination begins
to stir
underneath the hedge,
and
between
the gnarled roots of the old tree.
an urge
to dance
tears through my soul.
a need to awaken to the silent rhythms of Night,
and all her hedonistic pleasures...
...to play,
mischievously, and innocently...
to live...
free.