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The Glow Of White Candles
07/09/04
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White candles glowing gold
spin their precious sleep
into a golden orchestra
of misty light. Two souls
guided out of the dark clouds
into the serene, clouds of day.
United by Fate...Destiny
unfolding its crinkled corners.
A path sought straight to
the heart. A fine line crossed,
drawn into Love's flaming
pyre. Hearts calling...
"Arise, O, Sleepers. Awaken
to the possibilities. Then, Love's
fireworks may burst upon your skies."
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Sunstricken
07/29/04 |
Do you remember the day
when I became the Sun?
I shone so brightly
that my radiance
made your eyes go blind,
your brain fevered
with the heat of my sunstroke.
Your blood boiled over
and simmered to a high brew,
bubbled up to the heart
where love grew
into a fever.
You panted after me as a deer
pants after the pure waters
of a mountain brook.
I was poured through
your hands. Tasted
and savored like a fine wine
from the vineyards near Palermo.
I was the crescendo
you built with new rhythms,
the Sun that radiated
infinitesimal beams of love
through your love-lorn soul.
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Dehlia's Angel
08/12/04 |
Crescent Moon shines down...
troubles the heart of little Dehlia.
Framed in a crimson-draped window,
she gently touches the white roses
that she places in the arms of her doll.
Dark eyes fill her mind with comfort, glow
with love from the starry heavens above.
You are my beautiful angel, she thinks.
Are you beside me, Mama? I miss
your black hair that you tucked inside
that floppy, navy hat you always wore.
Mama, can you see the white dress
that you made for me? I am wearing it today.
You are in the white dress, in the blue blanket
that we would wrap ourselves in on those
cold and wintry nights, in the white roses that
you grew in your garden of special delights.
Crescent Moon shines down...
lights up the broken heart of little Dehlia.
Crimson drapes wrap themselves around
those moments where she lives inside the warmth
of her dear Mother's soft, laughter.
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Marechal Neil Blue
08/12/04 |
Under the azure waves
of a pure-crested sky,
her hand turned a Blue Rose
over and over,
in taut circles.
She could see his smile
as he handed the Rose to her.
"Ah," he said, "This means
I am yours--heart and soul."
He had taken the thorns
from its slender stem,
so the Rose felt
smooth to the touch.
Her Blue Rose
...(marechal neil)
so blue and warm
speaking to her of:
his sure intentions.
She would fly her heart
into another Rose of blue
and hand one back to him
declaring, "I will be true."
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Flowered Blue Fields
09/14/04 |
Alone at last...
she held the heart
of his being
in the hollow beneath
her beribboned hope.
Weaving in the silken strands
of forever, the glittering stars
of Love's gauzy breath.
Her eyes sparkling
with the flame
of his soul, of his passion.
Dancing on
the jeweled sighs
of deepening satisfaction,
floating on the smile
of a dreaming moon,
she sat upon
the cozy, blue fields
of cushioned flowers,
ruffled pillows
and dreamed
of his embrace,
his mottled breathing.
Forever held
in the promise of his fingers
woven through time with hers.
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Green Ghost
10/04/04 |
O', Aurora Borealis,
how like a green ghost
you burst upon the sky. Images
rising up in mute protest to nature.
As if asking...why so brief, why
so transient this green show
of light and vapor?
The evergreen trees
bend and bow beneath
dazzling majesty. Yet, I feel
like an intruder in this spectacular
display of green light dancing high above
the eastern sky. And, from this photo
image, my heart realizes
the true essence of the Creator...to bring
dancing light, everlasting beauty
into the briefness, the sameness
of our everyday lives.
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Perfect Hug
10/21/04 |
The perfect hug...
Never known before
the hug from you.
Wrapped up, cuddled tight,
our bodies joined as one.
We quietly breathe
in synchronized rhythms.
Your arms holding me close,
mine flung across your chest.
I listen to the beat
of your heart, each pulse
repeating love. I find myself
in a cocoon of warm surrender,
of tender satisfaction.
Dreams only peak my desire,
illumine the aroused heart
of my late-night memory.
Star-shine rains down
upon our tangled bodies,
dusts us with the hope
of another perfect hug.
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Jubilee In Flight
11/14/04 |
A year of jubilee has come...
warm and wonderful.
A celebration of light and love,
a rare state of happiness.
Unsought, yet welcomed.
A dragon falling from the Heavens
swooping me upon its back.
Tail wrapping round, holding me
in its joyous embrace.
I dance a seductive dance
lost in the blissful moments of flight.
Caught in the flurry of dragon wings,
in the smoldering fire
from those sky-rider eyes of yours.
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Southern Winds
12/04/04 |
You, Southern Winds, have
carried me past forever...
I am warmed beneath
your amorous breaths.
You have breathed upon my heart.
O, playful, Southern Winds.
Breathing your love
into my broken spirit.
You have heard the sound
of my heart beating,
~~~ growing wings,
~~~ taking flight.
Carry me upon the wispy-clouds
of desire, of passion.
Lay my heart down
upon the soft bed
of your breezy yearning.
O, enchanting Southern Winds,
you have gusted a favorable stream
of exultation. You have nudged me
into my tomorrow by the gentle force
of your warm Southerly embrace.
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To Kiss Mouth Of Pearl
01/03/05
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Like the waves of a troubled ocean,
waves of love tumble over
the shore of her tempest-tossed heart.
The moonlight showers her lithe form
with dots of pure translucent light.
She sways to the gathering rhythms
of an ebbing gleam as she gets lost
in the dream of what he is to be.
So soft the flickering gems
that skirt their way
atop the polished gloss
of her enchanted sea.
He swerves in...just touching
her awakening mouth of pearl
that beckons to be kissed
from its bed of opalescent swirl.
She is an ancient siren
that cries out from the eons
to her lost and wayward youth.
He answers her yearning call
delving deep into the depths,
pluming the miles of her soul.
She is ever the enchantress
in a long dress of shimmering gold.
He paints a portrait of passion
each night after the Sun has set
as her sea is bathed in the Moon.
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