in the small hours
underneath
Candlelight's waver, and
in between Heron's gorgeous squawk
and starlight whispers,
I find you
again.
right here,
so close
to me.
so I slip back,
hurtling gently once more
into the depths of our love.
Category: What it is
O verão em Navais
O verão em Navais
O vento sopra
fortemente
e o verão escorrega para fora.
real, só porque de um fio de memória
de uns dias com algumas libélulas –
e um, com um pirilampo também
Nestes tempos nao estao certezas
mas ainda
ha milagres
entre os momentos,
e movimentos
dos nossas vidas.
momentos de paz
momentos,
quando o futura não está a vir.
Enviando um abraco,
e espero que encontrares um,
ou dois,
momentos como isto.
summer passes, and other things too….
dragonfly
blows dry the morning
dew,
wings a-buzz
with the thick call of summer.
swallow
slips graceful
o’er cool evening breeze
through sunlit shimmer,
to slice
the corners of the wind.
and here,
twixt verdant moments
we wait patiently
for yesterday
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https://thedeprevation.com/2012/08/12/fat-silence/
moon fire
becalmed
amongst a sea of starlight,
expectant souls whisper
and wonder
at Her stolen glory,
as she casts cold comfort upon
the hopeful and weary.
and here,
where dreams seek
succour from the dreamer,
and magic
bows low
to the profanity of the night,
i kneel
and burn
in her cool indifference.
Journey
skipping,
singing,
stumbling,and
gliding towards
each
new
perfection.....
only to let
it
happily slip
away:
a new conspiracy
theory
of
what could
be.
lost,
until She calls again,
bringing torturous delight
and wonder,
and pain -
oh such beautiful pain.
I've reached the end a dozen times
and I'll joyfully reach for it
a dozen more.
a belly full of
grace, and
love, and
passion too,
I make my way back
spinning,
spinning back
to You.
a farewell
time
whispers seductive &
gentle....
'til death calls,
smile in his eye.
what was lost
eventually we praise;
what would have been,
we lose in sorrow's dead gaze.
naught but love leads to the light,
like soul magic, turning day
to
night.
roots
a depth long forgot
echoes
against this chest,
but
blinded by desire, and
by fear,
exquisite anticipation
slips once more.
and so:
lost again,
that wisdom
whet
against brilliant innocence;
lost again,
that stinging solace sought
in patience's cool embrace.
time,
sworn foe to lovers
and salve to hearts torn asunder.
time,
the gift we take,
and give,
but never repay.
time,
i return
humbled,
in service to you.
let us find what was lost
and what could never be.
living with spiders
exotic beauty and
ferocious predator.
delicate and sure....
even graceful
but,
get away from me!
tremendous
stifling
silence pounds
against this soft soul.
peace screams against the void.
nothing
remains
but
the love you need seek not.
nothing,
is all you need.
love
firefly
'n
cicada,
weave a summer breeze
to call me home.
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