In Confidence

Sometimes

There is a whisper

Under the layers of nature

Or life

 

It has traveled so far

And is nearly lost

But I’ve heard it

 

Weaving itself so tight

To my ear

Up against the drum

And yet

It remains a whisper

 

Its soothing syllables

Reach inside

Like missing parts

Returned

The inflection of my soul

The round sounds of wholeness

 

I am awakened

From the terrible dream

That you have gone

Overcast

Blown by the wind

The shuddering grass

Rocks with its kin

Like a turbulent mass

 

Limbs wave about

Victims of the gale

And without a doubt

Some may not prevail

 

The air in its whipping

Has no sense of goodwill

the limbs lose their gripping

Their fate now fulfilled

 

The clouds swiftly race

Across the drab sky

Hopefully chased

By a future more dry

Endearment

In the grander scheme

It seems so very light

A friendly sort of greeting

Or a way to say goodnight

 

Yet upon it legends have been built

And evil curses broken

A closeness that fills in the words

Our mouths have never spoken

 

It can fill you so complete

While shedding not a thread

It can set a’spinnin

The most level of all heads

 

So wield your kiss with caution

Tread lightly with your lips

For it can bring a consequence

For which we’re unequipped

Sleepless Dreams

The cracks are filled with daylight

The curtains are no match

I feel the fatigue upon me

But the sleep won’t seem to catch

 

I’m dreaming now, eyes open

A story unsurpassed

But if I find my slumber

I’m not sure it could last

 

So now within a struggle

‘Twixt dreams and precious sleep

My eyes grow ever heavy

And I hope my dream will keep

Transparency

With only closed eyes

And fingertips

He etches my face

Upon the windows glass

 

I stare from it

As if seeing something precious

A deep delight in the eyes

A sly grin ready to burst

With teeth

 

The brows are sensually relaxed

With a confidence

A knowing

 

My hair cascades just so

Around my face

Feigning a shyness

 

However my beaming cheeks

Betray the soft tendrils

Two tight apples

of unhidden joy

 

As he turns to me

Opening his eyes

His near sighing exhale

Dissolves into a smile

That forms like a reflex

 

I feel my face fall

Into formation

With his creation

When our eyes meet

Maiden of Asteria

She calls her woes up to the stars

And hopes that they will listen

There is promise in their lustre

And a peace in how they glisten

 

She sheds her tears in moonlight

For there they seem to glow

And as it wanes o’er coming days

Her sorrows likewise go

 

She whispers her dark secrets

To the planets she implores

Perhaps the power of their names

Is one that can restore

 

She makes her wish in darkness

For that is when it’s needed

Delivered to the heavens

So in the light of day it’s heeded

Fall

Cruel winds now toss me

so randomly I fly

Now my world has lost me

and barely blinked an eye

 

Amidst the gales I tumble

My memories now grow thin

And still my stomach rumbles

for all I could have been

 

The veins that once had fed me

are growing hard and brittle

I once wore proud my envy

but the remnants left are little

 

All has been released now

My purpose, shine, and grip

I guess that time is just how

I started on this trip

 

The calm within my stasis

made me believe in safety

but I cannot escape this

I have stopped trying lately

 

The things I can see from here

have frightened and surprised me

As I travel, pushing through fear

The currents hypnotize me

 

I shuddered in the gusty wind

where I once spent all my nights

and free is how my time will end

as I succumb in flight

12 Hundred Hours

That smile of coy wanting

Envelops me again within your essence

A climbing inner warmth

To ease away all that is not you

 

The spilled ink of rapture

To blot out all but us

To lock our eyes

And urge sweet giggles

Like the trickling drops

of an overflowing fountain

 

Each move we make

Clinging to the other’s

Like a shadow

And we are that

Shadows

Always connected

Longing to rejoin within the perfect light

Otherwordly

The slight brush of a cheek

The widening, trusting pupil

It’s too late to recoil

The shields I’ve built are futile

 

A calm within each breath

That passes through their lips

A journey could be started

With each and every kiss

 

To say that I’m enamored

Would not even start

To tell of the true magnitude

Their energy imparts

 

Only dreams now could imagine

How our colors swirl and blend

And the galaxy created

By the spangled path we wend

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