Category: Uncategorized
-
bring back the tears
there’s a lonely whistle blowing somewhere down the tracks it set my tears a flowing as the moonlight takes me back through all those empty years all of my tomorrows are blowing somewhere down those tracks that lonely whistle blowing walks me gentle through the years back to when I let you go as I’m…
-
why I cry
Grand Father why are you crying I remember it well twas the time of the budding Moon when the trees awaken from their long Winter nap it was then that our eyes first met I remember it well those moonlit nights we strolled along the lake and watched the Sun rise as it danced in…
-
the depths of our souls
I heard her voice as I stood alone Looking out upon the sea Amidst the crashing waves and the noise of Gulls and diving birds The voice of the woman I have known throughout hundred’s of lives The voice of the woman I have loved through more nights than all the Stars in Heaven The…
-
like ripples upon a pond
a simple glimpse that corner of the eye it began enthralled with each breath enamor with each beat lost to an enchanting beauty captured by a mere portrait unable to quell a burning desire ignited passion seconds linger as this sensuous image slowly smolders her eyes kindle a flame deep within silence engulfs the heart…
-
Through The Eon’s
I find her in the silence She is there within my thought’s Each and every time I looked into those beautiful eye’s I am captivated as I was the first time Ever so slowly her dimples emerge Within the beauty of her smile From the depths of my soul My senses inhale the beauty of…
-
In Naked Beauty
standing there posed so true her finery at ankle’s depth glistening in dew hand now wet layer depths unfolded scents memories unfold from closed eyes moments shared stored in bytes of scented beauty in naked beauty #rose, #flower, #scent On a morning bike ride, I came across an old rose bush still in bloom, stripped of leaves…
-
Someone Else’s Memories
I close my eyes and see through the eyes of another. The object of his obsession, perhaps I am seeing an unfinished canvas covered in a shade of brown fading towards the center. A portrait done from memory. Her head is tilting down, and a little to the left. Her eyes are closed her eyelids…
-
A Harmony Of Silence
the morning rays peek through blinds a gentle cooing carries through the window avian harmony erupts in the morning light the city sleeps amidst the kaws, tweets and chirps a giant oak now a dozen shades greens and yellows brown’s and amber’s gray green moss hangs lifeless swaying briefly in a gust of cool air…
-
Thundering Hooves
for the night was as day besieged as it were black was the dawn as a grey mist emerged sounds from within were in tongues once known clashes of steel echoed across time words of the dying were lost in the wind banners of kings now ancient and worn pranced in silence atop the greying…
-
” Tears Of The Father “
a daughter of Heaven from the beginning of time was loved by the Father now Lucifer desired the daughter of Heaven whose love of the Father revealed the darkness of his soul from that darkness grew the revenge of hate as he glimpsed the love in her eyes for the creation in His image from…
