Growing bemused in devotion
Of what will be
Hypnotic weightiness
Where dreaming seems
The only path
And becomes a sanctuary
So I do, I am
Until touch is reality
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Timing
There’s a presence
I see it, even if from afar
I sense the urge to discern
Or is it mine?
My words stumbling, brain unsure
Do I fall in completely, because
That’s what I do, or
Stay in the quiet
Where I’m comfortable, pure.
Lungs, I beg, shout
My head likely to explode, if
My lips don’t leak
Upon paper, or find shelter
Within his clothes.
Storm
the rumble returns
I hear him behind dark clouds
smell of Spring, joy of new
the impatient hail, patient sun
felt between lightening strikes,
twisting, changing, my view
as the wind calls out,
remember me.
I’d offer my heart, each beat,
for a moment of truth,
where feeling the security
of love
at its rawest, keeps me
invested, sure and confidant.
don’t tell me, show me
and I’ll wear love
on my skin, in my hair and
within my eyes once again.
Stoic Protector
Do you know the owl,
The one who sits now
Upon the middle limb,
The patchwork branch,
Of a once thriving essence?
Her skin is exposed,
Bare, light timber
Amongst veined,
Even freckled patches of,
Black and grey bark.
Owl remains perched,
Guarding at the helm,
As the brightest star sets
Behind thinning stock, and
What is now his tree,
Whether he chooses to
Believe it or not.
She’s the aftermath of
Witnessed abuse,
Pain felt,
And reoccurring sadness
As others depart.
He’s her stoic protector
And shall not fade
With the evening sun.
Searching
fighting words
words inside my mind
mindful of my beliefs
beliefs which carry
carry me into the light
light where you exist
exist in my every day
day: when I search
search for you the most.
S – Sensation
I’ve always known, a
Dauntless healer, my heart.
I hear a Beast howling,
My spirit desires to soothe
You, now be.
I become what is
Written, effortlessly.
So does he, and the
Cornered woman
Over there, as well.
Don’t suppress. Write truth
Willingly, and man
Will fall to their knees.
Expecting to see your soul,
Words active. Living.
Intoxicating intentions, yours.
Close
If I could stand on the sill
Your cracked window, my home
I’d finish your every sentence
With one of my own
Caustic completed with growth
Tell me something I don’t already know
Surrender
Your au courant eyes
Devour her lambency
Birthed throughout crepusular light
Surrender confidently
Within the bosom of dawn’s obsidian
Goin’ Down
I wrote of you today,
Adjectives in abundance,
Baby, you amaze me.
And damn,
If I don’t make you look good,
Goin’ down.
Sunken Track
Golden paths found leading
Whether or not I’m agreeing
Will guide me straight to you
Clouds looming
Outlook fleeting
Wind dismissing
Wearing a sunken track
Through the center of me
Created by you, will destroy
Elusive You
Quietly, I approach the black night
Looking for a glimpse of elusive you
Never far away, yet always out of sight
I crave your flighty essence, my dear
Leaning into who I believe you are
I wait patiently for you to arrive
Shadows lurking beneath the water
I sense that you are incredibly near
Elusiveness keeps your heart beating
Day dwellers will never be your type
However, I’ve seen you rise for me
Your calmness soothes irrational fears
Some would push to cage your spirit
Others have threatened your home
I’m merely looking for a way inside
The mind I can’t seem to leave alone
Eerily the stalwart wind begins to blow
I’m reminded, night comes before light
Quickly you change your path’s course
I’m left to marvel over once in a lifetime
Field Daisy
Trying to sparkle
Amongst confusion
How’d she end up here
Once again, questioning
Field Daisy born of trouble
Rocks breathing life into her
Thrives beyond comprehension
Disbelieving in her random beauty
Appearing timeless, and perfect here
Wild Grass
Come with me, Darling
Abandon reality for me, please
I’ve something to show you
Bite your lip, no questions allowed
Remember, Baby, it’s me
We both know you love it here
Happy you’re following and I asked
Watch my long legs tiptoe along
Nature’s pathway of wild grass
A secret hideaway found beyond
You’ll know what to do
Take over and lead
I trust you
Because Of You
It isn’t often
I fall asleep smiling
But, once again, I do
And it’s all because of you
Sacred Dreams
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
Deep Intuition
Deep into blue
You know me
I know you
You’re right
You’ve planted a seed
I’ve come willingly
Visions and feelings
Crystal clear images
Consuming our days
Write what I can’t say
Do what you do best
Intuition has a hold
You’re brave
You’re bold
Following your mind
Doing what your told
Show me what you know
I’ll be your flower
Sting me
Make it all go away
I feel the words
They’re on my lips
I can’t force them
I’ve tried
Feel this ache
Pressing inside
You’re in there
God knows why
The Road Home
Yes, you found it,
This is the road,
The one that’ll take me home.
Country girl,
With a heart for rock-n-roll.
Listening to your music,
Takes me there again,
Dark rooms with neon lights.
Strings that soothe,
The tremors at night.
Being swept away to a beat,
Fuels a passion inside me.
Drinks which prove,
A bleeding heart,
Will do just about anything.
Dance with you and with him,
Either way I lose myself with them.
This time I’m wiser,
I know what I want.
Leadership,
On the dance floor.
Submission,
To a higher power.
A desire,
With swift awakenings.
Wrap me in your lyrics,
Teach me with your strings,
Let’s dance.
Allowing, your lead.
White
Beautiful
White magnolia
Virgin to the light
Found craving the heat
Lost in the strength of leaves
Shining source of simplicity
Finally unfolding her elegance
Sun found waiting patiently
No inhibitions linger
Spreading her petals for him
Knowing she was meant for his arms
Raindrops Have Names
The dark clouds were here when I woke up this morning. The pinging sound on the window panes, as each raindrop hits, beckons me. Raindrops knocking at my soul. Reflective puddles growing in size right outside, so similar to what needs to be accomplished in myself today. The rain is taking the lead and nourishing everything green, and me. The scene has been set. The rain arriving today, of all days, is poetic comedy. A satire, it seems. It sums me up perfectly, don’t you agree? Oh, how I love a double entendre.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 