eyes bereft
of blinding terror,
heart filled
with emptiness:
because
you
are near.
saftey
in
solitude:
a most welcome lie.
yet
true when it comes
to you.
where
is the wisdom of youth?
where
am
i?
Category: Poem
Winter
Content delight
found
in your light
brings
me
down
down
down
deeper
into the warm
mystery of
me.
but,
I want,
to fly.
Who
gentle and forgiving,
Life
finds the way
to
take you
home.
surrender
to the tempest around
and drown
in
the
silence within.
there
you may find
me.
home
breezing
through all
the mondays, and
saturdays too.
a human slinky
walking life’s
cogs and gears.
cushiony hands
perfumed and preened
the good earth left
barren and
alone.
a time
for an
exodus,
to
genesis.
a time
lost
to dreams
and words.
a time
claimed
by the brave
and the strong.
our time.
our time right now.
Pieces Revisited (again)
hallowed
&
hollowed,
what space
remains
but
the unknown?
back
to the basics.
back to
my roots.
back
to
me,
one last time.
until the next.
Child’s Eye
look of
wonder
and
stares of amazement.
dewdrop freshness
found
in a world empty
of dissapointment
and knowing.
knowing
there is
nothing original
roiling inside
but the uniqueness
of
you.
Wide
Open
Trusting
Loving
&
Honest
can
i still
find
this magic inside
of me?
Dues
skinned knee
and tears tumble.
chipped tooth,
my guts rumble.
missed connections
&
unrequited affections.
i pause
…
…
..
.
frozen
in eternity.
yet,
i want,
i need,
i have,
You.
Now,
i ain’t lost no more.
Slightly Perfect
Rain tumbles from above
seeking the kiss
of
flowering shrubs.
a candle beckons,
and,
a
hot cup of tea:
this,
our
cozy
summer’s eve.
MyMoonMakesMagic
slow and swift, she screeches haltingly across the purple black sky
oh,
oh my.
a beauty for the ages,
light
so
radiant and
demure.
She invites us to stare, and we are
lost in her charms.
She
Is
Gorgeous.
Midummer’s
moonlit
magical
maidens dance in the fury of
her calm
bewitching
way.
she
is
earth’s
radiant love for
you,
my child,
for you.
to work again
A pause –
…
from sliding
‘cross
wings of
expectation
finds me sitting,
and
sipping,
on an elixir
bitter with
the sweet purr
of hope-
patiently
yet
expediently
brewed
by
faerie muse.
a flame rekindled
inside my mind’s eye
phoenix reborn
only to die.
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