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Ivy Rose
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Love Poem In Civil War Blue
01/16/03 |
I wonder if this love poem
will ever reach you...
Time spans out in curtains
of the future, veils of the past.
And yet...and yet...
this love transcends time or space.
If only to touch your face,
if only to kiss your slightly
parted lips, if only
to breathe you in.
If only...If only...
I could dance into your arms
held out to enfold...embrace.
I would sing of the eons,
the medallions of eternity
echoing throughout my heart.
Your photograph burning
like a flame into my memory.
Your uniform of Civil War blue
catching my eye
with gold, braid trim
adorning the sides
of your neatly creased pants.
Sword hanging down,
hat just slightly askew.
I wonder if this love poem
will ever reach you...
And yet...and yet...
hope burns eternal,
love transcends
all of the many
galaxies of time.
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Dance With The Brazen Moon
01/17/03
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A Light-Dancer, she sways
and twirls in the moonlight.
Twirling round and round
until she falls to the ground
breathless with her feverish
stepping, her toe-to-toe
twirling ballet. Her raven-colored
hair spread out on the grass.
While the Moon sends fingers of gold
to caress her silken tresses.
She lies silent...contemplating
the movement, the meaning
in her dance with the brazen Moon.
It is her heart that speaks
rhythms, that sings love songs.
He waits in the shadows,
in the mist of her dreams.
Worshipping the way she twirls,
the way she steps. And, he exhales
stars to radiate even more light
for the Light-Dancer's dancing.
She rises from the ground...refreshed in
her resting, in her dreaming. He holds her
in her dreams and speaks to her feet.
Shadow and light twirling together,
hand in hand with the brazen Moon.
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Breath Of Lebanon
01/19/03 |
Breath of Lebanon 
your love-whispers
breathe upon my heart
the fragility, the beauty
of Love's caress.
Just the hint of a breeze
is rustling through
the Cedar trees;
and my heart catches
from the touch,
the soft, kiss
of your trembling lips.
Breath of Lebanon
you search me out
finding the openness
of my heart and soul.
Coming gently into
my presence smiling,
filled with joy; and I am held
in the grasp of your fingers,
in the wonder of unspoken
words. Breathe upon me
essence of rose-passion,
fragrant flesh of promise.
O' Breath of Lebanon
you sweep across my body,
my soul...with spirit whisperings,
Love's desiring, passion-tears.
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Whisper Of A Prayer
01/24/03 |
Whisper my heart
a prayer
to find you, once again,
to know the touch of your lips
on my skin once more.
Whisper my skin
the warm, breath
of your love,
the strength of your arms
hugging my body tight.
Whisper my soul
the light
of your smile,
the soft, brush
of your angel wings.
Whisper eternity to my desire,
whisper timelessness
to my thoughts of you.
Forever whisper my heart
a prayer
of your soul and spirit
wed to mine.
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Shadows In Starry Climb
02/01/03
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Shadowing the starry climb,
Steps of stars glistening
Through the black heart
Of the night sky...
Leading somewhere,
Leading nowhere,
Leading everywhere.
Shadows playing games
Of hide and seek,
Trailing behind the dreams
Of the stars' radiance.
A promise
In their twinkle,
A hope in the glitter
Of their rays.
O starry climb...
Will you lead us to Love?
And, where is Eternity's gaze?
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Breath Of The Dream Catcher
02/05/03 |
The night spirits whisper
through the flames
singing their words of love,
humming their thoughts of hope.
It is the dreaming night
as the Dream Catcher lays
full upon her bed of stars.
Below...the pale moonlight
glistening as a halo about
the hearts of those
who are caught
in its river of dreams.
Those who lay next to
the dancing flames of light.
Seeing only those visions
that speak to the mind,
speak to the heart...clear
hauntings that haunt the day;
yet are just far enough
into the dawn to steal away
the Dream Catcher's
radiant breath
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The Next Day Of Forever
02/10/03 |
Tomorrow
or the next day...
I'll be where forever
has no meaning.
I'll find you
in the unwavering,
translucent blue
between dreams and reality,
in the hopeful joy
of faith and assurance.
I'll search for...
just one moment of joy,
one moment of love to share
with you...when we meet, at last.
I'll never give up
on finding you. No, not ever.
For you are my promise,
my one consolation.
You drift slowly by
on the wings of
eternal beauty, on the stars
of brightest wonderment.
Tomorrow
or the next day...
I will be further into forever.
The meaning will be clear
to the hearts of you and I.
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A Trembling Leaf
02/17/03
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Like a leaf
trembling in the wind;
so my heart trembles
at the very thought
of you moving away from me,
at the very suggestion
that we might be
separated from each other.
I am a leaf attached:
attached to the branch
of our love, attached to
the flow of Love's blanched
photosynthesis.
The wind gently rocking
with the sway of its breath
causing my heart to flutter.
Each golden drop
of the Sun's fragmented rays
filtering through the green
of my leafy treasure.
I listen for your song to bring
my spirit pleasure. And, I stay
attached to your strong limb,
even as I tremble in the wind
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The Pulse In My Veins
02/24/03 |
There is a pulse in my veins
your blood and mine
mingled together
coursing through two bodies
bonded from before time.
I held you in my arms,
cradled you in the shadow
of my smile, fed you
what I had eaten. You tasted
everything that I tasted. Drank
everything that I drank.
I felt your feet pushing
against my ribs. You were molded
from my bone, pared from my flesh.
You are far away now. Living in
another state, grown into a uniform;
yet still connected, still mine.
Your breath ever on my heart,
the beat of your heart pulsing out
my favorite tune. You are never
out of my sight nor far from my mind.
For you are the pulse in my veins,
the blood of my blood, the son
whom I bore. Nothing can ever separate
us. No, not even the grim tide of war.
There is a God far greater
that cradles us both in His Hand.
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Wisteriahurst Dreams
03/02/03 |
Suddenly, Wisteriahurst
echos children's moments,
the age of a little child...
Caught in the memorablia
of wooden rocking horses,
rubber duckies, antique yo-yos,
Red-Rider wagons. Hear
the laughter of children,
the echo of tiny feet
running fast across
the grassy fields, playing
a lively game of stick-ball,
gliding past on a three-wheeled
bicycler with high, wire-wheels.
Hung on a wall, a painting
of a little boy in a sailor suit
with navy knickers, a little girl
with a pink, satin bow
in her hair wearing a long,
lacy, rose-pink dress
with a beguiling, pink sash.
See the notes of the past
wafting through the Museum walls.
Children forever immortalized,
childhood dreams found dancing
in starry wonder
down the dream-corridors
of every sugar-plum dream
that any child has ever dreamed.
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