Love?

Whence cometh that sweet voice
that dream within a dream of honey from the comb
like the petals of a rose just blossomed
so doth my heart for my beloved.

~ Not Shakespeare

A whisper in my ear of ears

speaks softly to my heart.

Of all hearts came and went

yours only was of worth.

Speak

Gently

Wonderful

Words of Love to my dove

and the heart that I grasp at so eagerly with my breath and

every

breath

subsequent.

Whats a dove to do with

the sound of a heart beating fast?

Whats a dove to do with

the touch of a tender kiss?

Whats a dove to do

when all else fades away and your heart feels like it's pulled into a dream with all beauty, all joy all wonderfulness. Like a hundred million balloons falling to the sky and only stooping to pick up a fated passerby and carry him to unknown heights of glory.

Whats a dove to do with Love?

In her eyes

like a hundred million sparklers

light up my weary days

like a trip to last summer

like a trip from eternity

light up my heart for you.

Will you?

Like the bated breath like waiting lest

she look away and leave.

I wait to hear the words so

muddled in my mind

like crystal in a set of glass

the realife shines and the fakes they pass

as she leans in close to me

on the wings of the morning her breath it breathes

in me a life unknown

my heart it leaps

and anthems sings

she answered

Yes.

I do.

What does a poem mean? Really, I can pour from the bottom of my heart a poem of such feeling, such granduer and the like, yet if not backed up by actions, it means nothing.

But it was.

A song a song!

I heard tell of the

Men stand by and look in awe at

women stand back and sigh and awww

at the sight of two lovers so newly discovered

each other, together, not separate forever.

My only, yours only,

but me and you.

Forever and ever and ever. again.

I Love you.

It's as simple as that

But is it?

trusting

Bare feet running through soaked grass. The sound of the foot falls heavy into the ground as it releases its moisture. Heavy clouds drop light drops that fall quietly to the earth. It is dark. A blur of darker against the busy background of the forest moves quietly through the landscape of wet. His feet move quickly and without hesitation as he pounds out his trail, making it up as he runs along. He doesn’t fear rocks or stones or obstacles for he knows the groundskeeper and trusts him. Even though he cannot see what is in front of him, even though he does not know the way, he doesn’t worry, his rythmic footfall is unaltered, undeterred as it continues on and on, always forward. His very step is unknown, he knows no more than the stride he takes at that moment. He has no idea of what is further on the trail yet he is not overcome. He very well could be overtaken by fear, he could succumb to the dark and become paralyzed with the terror of the unknown... but he isn’t. Because he isn’t worried with the fact of not knowing where his next step will fall, he isn’t concerned that his path is dark, he doesn’t worry about later. He trusts the caretaker, and because he trusts him, because he believes him, and because he knows him, he will not fret, he will be perfectly content to just run, carefree, in the rain...

Trust Him.

Falling

Black
My hand in front of my face
I see through it into the inky blackness
blind, I feel the wind whipping by
nothing else but what I feel
for I cant see anything
but Black

Wind
It whips through my hair and flutters my heart
I suffocate as my breath is stolen
tears fall from my eyes and never reach my face
they fall and disappear in the abyss
I feel the affects and cannot fight
this Wind

Cold
like needles, piercing clothes and skin
my bones shake and brittle
my clothes offer no comfort or shield
I am naked in this cold black dark
nothing comforts, I am alone and scared
in this Cold

Falling
My heart is in my throat, I can’t swallow it
as I find my feet aren’t touching ground
I’m twirling as I fall all down
flipping around my stomach turns
up and down have switched places as
I’m Falling

Numb
The tingling sensation is gone
the cold I cannot feel, anything
all feeling has passed away, passed and gone
limp I feel like a rag doll, unable to move
my mind screams for my members to stir, but
I’m Numb

Light
Blackness Hides
Wind Cuts
Cold Pierces
Falling Scared
Numbness flashes, yet I see
A Light

The black turns to grey and the shadows lengthen
I can see my surroundings as they emerge from the dark.
Like a mist being removed from my eyes, I slowly adjust
and gather my bearings, thoughts roll and flow,
like a river flowing in the night I see the stones of my cage
moving along like feelings worn down with light, water
I cannot discern where they move, be it up or down.
The light becomes greater and warmth touches my skin
with the light comes more discernment and I see direction.
I know not from where the movement comes
but as the shadows become dimmer I see that I am traveling
moving, not falling. I see a purpose and the light is brighter
I am falling, with a purpose, towards the flood, lighting lighter, falling.
up.

Life
The wind flows through my hair and soul
the light becomes my covering
I’m enraptured by this glorious warmth and
though I’m still turning, though my feet don’t touch
the ground is far down and I never want to move away from
this Life.

Light permeates my flesh and in the life it radiates a beauty
a glow touches my eyes and sparkles, the stars I see
though the light is great, a kindness reflects in my heart
as this glory fills my very soul, rivers of new wash me anew
and pull me up from my death, and depth.
I still have no control over my limbs, my equilibrium stirs
control is in the hands of not I, yet a peace washes.
I see not where I am going, though my senses fail me I will
only ever hope in this bright, light, hope.

L.

Like a whisper of a kiss

your tender touch breathes into me

an incomprehensible joy of 

excited minds and hearts flutter

Dreams fly on the wings of a thought

in the half light of morning we dwell

always in this place of wonder and new dawn

our surroundings are beautiful... because we are beautiful.

We.

Together.

Breathe

Life.

Us.

Forever.

O.

Eyes speak louder than

Eyes speak volumes of 

Eyes give gifts greater than

Eyes give more than you know.

Your Eyes. 

A deep pool, depths unknown

yet the gravity of the deep is bathed in soft light

sparkling like a hundred million stars

falling from the night into a forest of lights

Your Eyes.

Speak. 

like a dewy voice whispering of truth

liquid light in a goblet of silk

like water runs over stones so smooth

Your eyes speak thus to mine.

V.

Words speak louder than

your words speak louder

than words, spoken loudly

speak softly to me...

Whispered gently in my ear

your words travel like a song 

on a breath of wind, that tends my heart

so your voice to me I long.

Fluttering dear,

my heart it sings

to hear your words to me.

E.

I

see her everywhere.

On the park bench with 

spheres of color

every size and shape and 

her.

Walking in the mid night mist

with the green overtaking 

my bliss is drifting

towards with the thought of you.

My eyes search

a crush of people, faces always faces

me, I cannot see her.

through the throng I push 

to see her, my eyes have found

a home.

Captivated

Radiant specks of pure light dance in the night sky. Bright orange from the glory of their former resting place these emissaries of the fire skip to and fro hither and thither against the inky blue backdrop of night. They dazzle my eyes, even to the point where the stars, in all their glory and grandeur, fade into the distant unknown space. I find it amusing that something so small, something so temporary can draw my mind away from something so grand, something so immense, something so... eternal. Yet they do. They occupy my mind and emotions, suddenly all I am is enveloped in this short dance of light, to see where they go, how fast they travel, how brightly they burn....  It encompasses all I am, I let myself be drawn to them and the eternal slips away... Is it because they move and the stars seem so stoic? Is it because they seem so much closer? Is it because it is an offspring of where I am? I do not know, but for some reason they capture me, and I am immovable... until they burn out, which they inevitably do. They must, they cannot last in the vast space of the evening air. They can dance and move and enrapture... but they must burn out. Even the largest and most mesmerizing ember, even though it dances higher and farther and longer than the others, must still surrender its light to the night. To the night, and the brilliant, infinite, eternal and dazzling stars.