I wish that I could reach
Into that heart of yours
And hold your soul
Unto my own
To keep it warm
And loved
In loving palms.
That I could hold you close
And tight awhile
Or brush your hair
And kiss your cheek...
Anything to make you smile
Friday, January 21, 2011
Reach
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Healing, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Friday, January 7, 2011
Encrypted
In an oneiric mist,
Where a pretty pixie and I walk
Over lines in the sand,
We flow together
So that one's place
Is as much the other's
Where no secrets exist
Or gaps either
Between one and one
And itself.
So we sit and watch
Love tiptoe in
And yawn aloud
At sanity
And the wild wide world
And precocity
So a hitchhiker
Will roll in his grave
As our souls fly off
In just the way
A brick would not.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Healing, Weapons of Courage
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
The Straits of Stability
Upon this pristine shore
Walks an elven maiden
With long strides but slow -
There is no time in heaven.
And beside her perfect form
Walks her love, a man,
With stride matched for stride,
Just a different span.
As one follows the lines,
The other goes between
And the moon shines 'pon water
That fades before the sheen
Of smiles and radiant glow
That lights their holy night
One of many, come and gone,
Part of futures bright;
Of love burning in earnest,
A rare and true gift
A mark of the thing
That makes heart and soul lift.
A starlit night glistens
And shimmers out in space
As the waters flow between us
Making heart and soul race
Two stars are caught up
In the vortex of love so warm
And the universe expands
In a way unlike its norm.
We walk through cobblestone lanes
And to the sea shore
We walk down starlit avenues
And then, walk some more.
My hand is locked in yours,
The place where it belongs,
Held behind your back
As we walk along.
We kiss
Though we planned not to
We kiss
Because we know we ought to
Hold each other close,
Drinking in each others' smile
Breathing in so deeply,
Staying still awhile.
And the skies
They whirl above us,
As the winds
Blow down to greet us
Lifting our souls up
To a purple-black canopy
As if they needed lifting,
So buoyant are we.
So we go ahead,
And make our way
To a quiet little cove -
A cafe held above the grime
Of a city of old.
We stare out across the bay -
Lovers lost in their view,
Sipping coffee
That's neither too sweet nor bitter,
Just like us two.
Your eyes shine as you look to me,
As way back then, they shone,
And your lips glisten as they part
And press against my own.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Healing, The Ocean Within Us, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Something Heavenly
I used to retreat
To a cave -
My own private growlery,
Full of the stuff
That loses it's sheen,
That goes to dust.
And verse and word
And poetry
Were but means
To free from me
The demons and pains
That clutched my soul,
The things that broke,
The empty holes.
But then you came
And word and verse
And musical lyrical rhapsody
Became the norm -
An ecstasy
Of words and their ocean,
For my soul to be -
Calm and drifting,
Ne'er at sea.
So I'll lose the cave
And it's misery,
And wrap myself,
Instead,
In your mystery
To elevate these words,
These feelings, these thoughts
To something more,
Something heavenly.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Healing, The Ocean Within Us
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
A New Chorus
The guitars rise
As they softly thrum,
Murmurs of calm,
A peace to come.
The violins cry out in haunting tones
Singing of a pain long gone,
But never let go,
And never forgot.
The piano sounds out
With plaintive melody -
A lone voice on the wind,
A lost child deep within.
The cymbals clash
With endless energy,
A touch, a dream, a fantasy,
Joyous and ecstatic,
Alone and melancholic,
A song breaks out,
Building to richer melody.
Light, playful sounds dance around
And then give way
To something beautiful,
Something more -
A deeper, soulful score.
Aching sounds give way,
As the must eventually,
To the inevitable -
To rapturous beauty.
And beneath it all,
Carrying through,
With sweet burning tenderness,
My heartstrings hum for you.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, Healing