A Myriad Of Rainbow Colours

A moment of mystic power

Is all it took to fall in love with you

Just a moment of chaste knowing

And Love was upon me with force

If told in a book it would not be believed

Yet fantasy is filled with similar feelings

It is no small wonder at all

That my mind is always attached to yours

In a myriad of rainbow colors

There is no definitive expounding to illustrate

What we feel in the depth of wisdom

And magical tenderness of sensibility

Feelings shared are feelings owned

By hearts always synchronized, harmonious

In tune with one another's joy and pain

Ecstasy is profoundly real

In a myriad of rainbow colors

I will always be filled with awe

For that initial moment of mystic power

That has since been felt many times over

But that initial moment will never be taken for granted

By me

No matter where life takes us we will always have

That wonderful moment of first stirring

And realization of love

And Passion That took place

In a myriad of rainbow colors

My Guiding Heart

When all things pass away

We are left with memories

Thoughts that trigger other thoughts

The hand that so often

Still feels warm in mine

Continues to touch me

And unbearable pain ensues...

Gripping angst swallows me whole

The time that was ripe for picking

Has been swept away by howling winds

There was such strength in that tempest

Emotion driven strength that billowed

Above all else to gain muscle power

With all tears erased and all hatred burned

I move to a level of acceptance

Where I feel the peaceful touch thought lost

It is my heart that guides my pen

Fills the page with blood...shed for love

Not my unsteady hand nor unthinking mind

For as long as this heart fears loss

I shall feel alive within its teaching...

Protected by the fire reserved for the living

As I Bathe in a solitary reservoir of naked flames...

SUSPICION

Oh suspicion, you are the downfall

Of those who trust you…fools that they are

Looking for shelter in your deceiving arms and pointing fingers

That draw the feeble minded into your web of destruction

Oh wicked one…when will you cease your unholy terror

And be thrown back into the fiery pit where you belong

I can see your sinister hands rubbing together with glee

And your decaying mouth cackling with baneful mirth

Another notch on your already bountiful belt of victories

People are slow to learn and quick to judge

This suits your purpose well…as one by one

They fall into your cauldron of depravity

And ultimate loneliness

Oh suspicion your verbose nature is that of the scorpion

You bring forth only wretchedness and pernicious vibration

You gather souls in large nets and offer endless lust and gratification

It is a game to you…winner takes all

But your Judas kiss shall reap only devotees of filth and corruption

Oh suspicion, there is no sign of humility in you

                          Only a depraved mind on a mission from Hell…

The Moon In Small Doses

Strong is the bird on the wire
Pointed shards of sunlight pierce
Yet wings do not ruffle...he is quiet
So little this creature...
A left over product of creation's new earth

He does not sing his usual song of gladness
But watches below for signs of change
He waits for starlight, not too bright
Though harrowing be the lack of heat
On bodies small...
Will he fall before night does?

Will the moon soothe in small doses?
Will the street lamp suffice if it does not?
Will the cold air induce a shiver?
Even now he looks for cover...

Where is my mate, my beloved mate
He lingers on thoughts of death awhile
And remembers the horror of loss
As through eyes near closed
He is still mindful of shared space

On the wire...

Strong is the bird on the wire
Pointed shards of sunlight pierce
Yet wings do not ruffle...he is quiet
So little this creature...

A left over product of creation's new earth

So strong is the bird on the wire

Blooms of worth

The consoling hush of night brings my mind to thinking

Thoughts reminiscent are lovingly blandished with endearment

Turned over and over until I can see you before me once again

And the smile that has often touched me so lingers in my memory

It is said that parting is such sweet sorrow

Yet to part from thee my sweet Prince

Did not enlighten the star in my heart

Where sorrow resides this day...

And no sweet nectar will be poured from the chalice

The cup that ran over is now dry...in lifeless sequence

Its residue will no more flow from lips ready, moist

We Spoke in beautiful phrases of love and unity...You and I

And love was the word that flowed from tongues and hearts

With depth of longing passion thou saw me

Thee, Prince of note, gave your Princess blooms of worth

Saw the mighty oak by a digressing brook

For the aspiring comfort it gave thee in thine Autumn years

And so the consoling hush of night sets my mind somewhere...

I see the lunar glow swaying creamily in a sea of velvet black

Bringing to life pictures in dreams of soothing hands that held me for so long

And arms that will now lay idle in the very same moonlight

That touches the very soul of me...

And will for all time hence forth..

Without frantic endeavor

Here I stand, on the peak of life's mesa

How unreal it all looks from here

I guess the remnants of misty clouds get in the way

Of clear vision and lasting impression

Pay a visit to this magical place of peace

Tall trees protect that which is important to me

My memories of you and I...yes...important

There you are, regular as clockwork...loving me

I can so easily take your hand in this place

It isn't dream-like, but more home-like

Comfort oozes from my every pore

As I search without frantic endeavour

Beneath my opened treasures

Silly how small things stand for more here

God shows you solutions...If you let him

And all is quiet...except for his strong voice

He delivers hope where all hope was gone

In hearts barren, aching and torn

He sprinkled stardust on my eyelids

And lifted me to the heavens to catch a glimpse...

Of what life really means...there...my soul is opened...

Awakened to renewed passion and love beyond compare

A feeling I guess I never out grew

It waits...it will wait into eternity...or until the time

When fear will not prevail

When eyes only shed tears of joy

And lovers know that their rightful place...

Is with each other.

On the edge of the world

Love was, but couldn't be

Too deep? Maybe...

So many goodbye's said

Yet here I am 

Grounded in feelings insurmountable

So many branches on the tree of life

Falling, crashing to the ground

No one cares

I stand on the banks of the river

Looking at the other side

It seems as far away as the edge of the earth

A Utopia of my mind's doing

Forward thinking has gone

The past a constant beckoning

Haunted by dancing eyes
 Meatballs in sockets

Once alive with love...

Now cold

Every hair, every freckle, every laugh line

Ever new, ever endearing, ever nurtured

My dreams no longer offer warmth

Tedium is assured on pillows wet

And I accept...not without question

The loss of my sensibility

Hope came in the friendship of a sparrow

Perched on the balcony without concern

Not frightened...just content with my care.