Hopeful, above a myriad of emotions,
My devotion towards chasing clouds,
Somehow brings me closer,
To understanding you.
While I wait, with a quiet mind,
Will you explain all the how’s and why’s
Of a universe, in my mind’s eye, gone wild?
Calm the irrational part of my brain,
Then show me that your love,
Isn’t just part of my denial.
Pursuing over aurora’s peaks
Ministering to where you’ve been
Defines the pleasure of her dreams
Fantasy portal
Opportunity chuckles
Trim the hedges first
The melody in my head,
Plays to the essence of you.
Proving you’re my cherished notes,
A possible dream come true.
The invitation of a sparrow,
Sat near my window,
Chirps your classic tune.
Does she sense you, too?
Her wings far more radiant,
Born with an ability to fluently lift you,
Perhaps, leaving me fully aware,
My love, flying with her is inevitable.
Across her vulnerable path there are old scars. Disfigurements, some bigger than others, yet similar in color. A few are the remains of the same tragedy, now multiplying and adding to those festering lies she whispers to herself daily. Tracks you’ll find as you begin to travel over her essence. The lies she encourages herself to believe guide her day. These defining untruths continue to slide through her thoughts in an effort to ruin her spirit, until you find a way inside her mind.
Life begins to grow, as you navigate within her arduous attempts at disbelief. A primal power you possess as her guide in this fight. Verdant leaves found full of color and sprinkled throughout her path react to your light, then grow and allow for clarity and healing to finally begin. The solution she never saw as her possibility now renews her strength. This an event you can take pride in, as it is you who has fed her daily. She, now your light, is devoted. Finally, once again, she believes in truth, love and authenticity.
The scars are still there, as you run yourself across her core, however they don’t define her anymore. Each tragic event has been honored. She trusts your hands, loves you, and with all that she is, needs you to be yourself completely. Importantly, she is a body of scars, but they have healed with the help of your interest and devotion. Your love, that lives inside of her now, is a blessing.
Beauty of nature
Submission Empowerment
Rooted in belief
Silence is the result of what you’ve requested
Requested and desired are two different directions
Directions are explicit commands I submit to freely
Freely is how I materialize for you in your dreams
Dreams are the light during my darkest time
Time is all I’ve ever asked for, bashfully
Bashfully is the only way I know how
How is the question that will continue a circle
Circle is the shape for the ring of promise
Promise is the agreement of pinky fingers
Fingers grasp tightly, an act of true love
Love rarely survives the quiescient sound of being dismissed
Dismissed hearts will never answer to silence
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I enjoyed trying this style originally found on Benjamin’s blog: The Breakdown of Taboo – Leftovers. Thank you, Benjamin, for the permission to give this poetic form a try.
Returning to what soothes me,
Knowing I’ve been there before.
Feeling the salty air on my neck,
Proves a longing I can’t ignore.
Sea captain living with the horizon,
Maybe it’s time you come ashore.
Passion’s window opens
To dusk off the water
And you on my lips
Finding sleepy hazel eyes
And fairytales disguised
As moments of mortal bliss
Opportunity, finally recognizing
A crimson vision, in bright lustful color
Grasping at an evening unlike any other
Everything you stand for,
Each word you’ve ever said,
The strength I feel around you,
All the valuable beliefs you’ve expressed,
Only push me to love you more,
Wishing I needed you a little less.
Consumed by a warm breeze
You return to me almost gallantly
Succumbing to that familiar murmur
I’m here
Be still
Relax
We will wake
Finding beauty
In our yesterday
Witness perfection
Through living today
Smile, and begin again
Dreaming of tomorrow’s
Possibilities, waiting in us
If even seconds hold me back,
From enjoying your endowment,
Wrap me,
Hold me still,
And provide your power.
Culminating a moment,
We’ll share, forever.
Beyond expectation,
Sits your wildest dreams,
Glowing magnificently.
Reach out and claim them,
Sit amongst their swells,
Bounce on them into forever,
Or wrap them, keeping them to yourself.
Stalwart Guardian
Lingering and consuming
I lay underneath
Breathless moments,
Lost inside hurried minds,
Eliminates the time for time,
Places where dreams are born.
life with you
seemingly simple
come to me
views surround
our wandering eyes
follow me
take my hand
fantasy leading
I am yours
soft, pure light across my fair skin
briefest of dawn’s touch this morning
reminds me of where he’s already been
knowing my dreams are about to end
i whisper, “Let’s try all over again.”
Wistful innocent searching leads him,
Beyond dusk’s long lambent sky,
Towards a field for gallantly sitting.
Finally, left alone for quiet musings,
Pondering their perchance meeting,
And fantasizing of a redheaded queen.
Out there tonight
Somewhere sacred
Two lovers deeply sigh
Lost in each other’s comfort
Inspired by their passionate love
Longing to drift off in search of ours
I close my eyes and dream only of you
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 