Dark Flowers Beckon

I broke the heavens with a smile
That fashioned forth a thunderstorm.
What once was love could still beguile,
And memories take shapely form.

She moved like clouds upon the sky;
A floating dream of carefree bliss.
Within her heart I’d simply die
If I could not have her dearest kiss.

Words were whispers; sweet and clear
And in within the night we’d hide.
All of love’s creation near,
Darkness would at last subside.

Morning was a smile renewed.
Flowers; lovers not pursued.

Watching a Life
 
With its innate peril, the gentle shortcomings,
The much-loved flaws reflected thus so sweetly,I dream of life as it could be;
Joyously serene, a cup runneth over for all and sundry,
Diversity celebrated rather than feared in vain,
Rain drenching long-parched soil,
Sun gently warming, stirring up stray seed
Then
Something fine and new slowly flowering.

Cloud Maiden
 
Sweetness that carries from great light winds,
Your dress a reminiscence of feathers;
Aloft on dreams alive and light,
A trail of blissful incantations.
You’re forever just having left,
Leaving me here
Forever wishing
You would reappear.

Synchronize

When viewed from an eternity
How is it that I am alive?
From the source to this modernity;
What wills that I survive?

So many souls have gone before,
A myriad of hearts and minds.
After me, so many more,
And he who seeks, he finds.

I must be instantly aware
That this time is for me.
And live my days with even care;
Breathe in to live and Be.

Like grains of sand in a dusty glass
These days like a thousand pass.

Dream to Soothe a Working Mind

The world was a place of tranquil bliss,
The serenest welcoming of mirth.
The coldest heart could not dismiss,
A garden of love; this ancient earth.

Small creatures played with ferocious beasts
While gulls sang like sweet birds of song.
Men and women enjoyed week-long feasts,
And love was the sun; glowing and strong.

Peace was a word whispered with a smile
And truth nothing to write home about.
No need to deride or even revile,
Worship was love; eloquent, devout.

The dream made flesh in a flash of the Eye,
All longings fulfilled even before we die.

Whispers

Where but in that hopeful dream
Could love find refuge still?
As shimmers on a moonlit stream
Dance to and fro at will.

The word is whisper’d with great care,
The night surrenders soon.
One heart so big that we could share
And greet this honeymoon.

Caresses touch my inmost need,
The world is left there standing,
Lust is merely love’s own greed
Yet proves to be demanding.

Breeze of ages floats around
Flowing thoughts of bliss.
Music that at last has found
Perfection in your kiss.

I wish upon the brightest stars;
Tiaras in the sky ~
That Venus will seduce old Mars
And that love will not die.

Somewhere Else My Dream Belongs

'Tis not in this timid inner hemisphere,
Where ogres of the mind lurk dimly.
In a night that engenders my semi-fear
my Light is distorted so grimly.

The spark in my dream whispers sweetly
Of higher, most noble of notions.
And slowly, my spirit, discreetly,
Shows me how to greet my devotions.

At dawn, just before, sounds a bird;
Pure form, and serene, eloquently ~
Darkness retreats at this lyrical word:
In Your hands I place my faith now so gently.

Sound that stills a raging heart,
Denotes that nothing is apart.