A Poet's Haven

Having darted through a late Winter delugewhich left her dripping.She began to disrobe when the door opened.As their eyes crossed, their hearts skipped beats.As their souls listened for their passions song.They were left speechless.Neither knowing how the other felt at that moment.Each looking for the other to make their move.#rain, #passion, February 23, 2021

They were two ships passing through an uncharted ocean.Masks hid their smiles as only their eyes could speak.They spoke in an ancient dialect, one of few words.One such word, could only translate as seduction.As ladies and gents in a crowd, can only open their souls.Another such word could only translate as desire.In a world where…

With cup in hand I stepped outside to find myself,walking about on islands in the sky.I found there were clouds all around me.And my coffee had grown cold. It was then that I woke in my half full bed.It was just a dream,I only remember she wore a dress with spaghetti straps.It was white and…

She wrote the lyrics that flowedfrom her soul and through her heart…She always hid her eyesfrom those whose soul would not play music…For like “ Brandy “,“ she loved a man who could not stay “Her eyes would sparkle to the soundof the words within his poetry…As they pulled upon the stringsbetween her heart and…

“ so lucid to be real “There are dreams and then there are dreams…It has been said that what we see is…“ a dream within a dream “…For in my dreams I was here before…I have found myself in glens and dales…I have awoken along riverbanks, streams and lakes…Only to roll over too find myself…

from the first time we chatted online…it was apparent we were bound together…that unspoken universal law concerning souls…the one that states…only two souls can share the same frequency…oh we had our share of disagreements…periods where we stopped speaking…stopped chatting…went our separate ways…yet…you see not everyone…is allowed to look into her windows…for she hid them well…one…

Many a poet has written about how souls meet…We met over coffee, a little hole in the wallon the cusp of the lower East side…You see I hate to stand in lines,or hang with the grad n run latte crowd…One day I asked about a small table for two,a smile and a nice tip and…

There I sat with my cup in hand, jotting down notes from random thoughts… I often find myself with a song lyric stuck in my head… One that suddenly arrives even though, I was not listening to music… I always find myself writing a poem to get to go away… I came across an article,…

As I strolled through Tessha’s Poetic Garden…A single line from a song arose within my soul… “ you don’t bring me flowers any more “ As my lips grew into a smile…The pleasures that are you…Danced within my heart… I stopped and did that googlealabing thing…I know it wasn’t our song…It was mine… As with…

“ as we finished our walk “It was our first rain, following Thanksgiving…I had gone for a walk along our favorite trail…Despite the chill, I left the cabin without my tam..It started to mist and then to rain…My glasses became too wet to see through…I thought I had put them in my pocket…When I made…