A Poet's Haven

It was one of those moments in the early morning hours… As I walked about with my cup in hand… A single spot of light in the distant skyline… A blink of my eye or perhaps a single flash light… A glimpse of her glowing face upon a leaf… One I have seen before first…

Rising from her knees… As she opened her eyes… To the voice she heard… Having lost track of the time… She knew the warmth of the Sun… Was no longer present… Lost in her prayers… A single ray of light… Illuminated the fog… Was the voice with fog… Or within her heart… As she prayed…

she started her dance amid highland dale bringing heel to knee, elbow gently bending touching thou head, a stretching to morning red hair all a flow, anew spin did begin bowing gracefully, to unseen abettor ~ skirt in hands with thighs all exposed toes now a glow reaching towards heaven moving attune silent rhythm, sung…

“ Let The Music Speak “ For some unknown reason this morning… I found myself longing for September… I closed my eyes and listened… as the music within my soul… Began to play a song by Van Morrison… “ When leaves come falling down “ “ In September when the leaves, come falling down “…

 Then…  “ I would even know your shadow “ In a year and a day…  One might say or perchance even believe… As words were shared… Between such a beauty and this old school beast… I have heard her voice in the wind and waves… I have read her sorrows and felt her tremble… I…

He became lost within his passion… Gave into the exuberance of the moment… The vowels flowed into the music… As the words he expressed in his love… Seemed to appear on her body… The passion they shared… Were turned into lyrics… 

I always knew how her eyes spoke to me… Always more so than her or voice… Those very lips that I have kissed thousands of times… In the passionate expressions of our love… Tonight those very eyes speak with great sadness… Those beautiful eyes can not hide the pain… Those beautiful lips can not speak…

She heard a voice… Calling out her name… A soft whisper… Muffled in the winds of time… The voice she heard was no more… Why now… Were her first thought… Turning towards the sound… Nothing but the wind… Caressing her skin… With chills… ” your gone “ Drifted from her lips…

I came across a title of a piece I wrote…It is dated May 21, 2014…Three months from this date I will meet someone online that will alter my course in life. I was unable to find it online, it contained this image as well… ” a disease called love “ She was blessed with one…