A Poet's Haven

I walked out amidstthe ebbing winds ofOctober To the sounds ofcrackling frecklesunderfoot My mind awashas the the pastrushes into thepresent Through imagesof moments enjoyedin the winds ofAutumn When the leavesfirst sang in envyto the colors ofher hair How the crisp windsof Autumn could bereplaced by thewarmth of her kiss The sparkle in her eyesthat have…

It is June 27, 1604 in the year of Our Lord.During the reign of King Charles l st.My journal entry on this day.Comes from a very compelling even overwhelming dream.That has left me physically shaken even drained.This is an account of events beginning with.My eyes burning in the morning light.My body ached from another sleepless…

As if it were a dreamThat started withAn overwhelming scent One that compelledMe to go in searchof its origin I traced it to a workOf art veiled in aSheer cloth sittingUpon a pedestal That allowed me toview the true beautyof a woman’s form I drew away the veilAs my mindspoke out loud Praising her beautyand…

“ ever so softly “Ever so softly slow and sweet it beganA reflection, a glimmer of a momentlong lost and still cherished momentAs mere words worked there throughblinds closed to the world her windowleft ajar to the crisp country airby which he found his entry Deeper and deeper his wordspeered further into her soul wherehe…

” her icy scent “Our voices crossed as the sixth moon waneduniting old souls two ancient loversfrom eons long pastThe dreams began on a midsummers nightwhen this spirit of the night rides her stallionin the pale moonlight amidst the waves they ridesplashing along the shores for she and Bratwere born to be oneHer people still…

only in my dreamscan I hold you I envy thedarknessand the light for they embraceboth Morningand Night in lingering twilightthey share theirstolen moments the Sun rises upon oneand sets upon the other we embrace indreams and twilights when love transcendsboth time and space as love extendsthe physical laws in stolen momentsas the gift of love…

a child’s laughtera child’s smilea child’s tearsa child’s cry a sunrisea sunset a playful puppya playful kitten the first buds of Springthe changing leaves of Autumnthe joy of Christmas morningthe first day of Summer break just a few of the thingsthat can melt thecoldest heart  #love, # laughter, #children, #pets

to eternal beautyveiled onto the vanitythat endless pursuitof the vain in spirittheir eyes now closedand cold as their heartwill forever gracethe eyes of thoseadmirers of beautyand it’sfleeting passage #love, #desire, # passion

all of thirteena bride among many she would be admiredfor her beauty she would be adornedin the finest silks she would be oiledin the finest scents she would be desireda night here, there she would be a Motherto daughters who wouldbe bartered she would be a slaveof carnal knowledgeand valve she would be a trophy…