Dawn to Dark

Whose shadow-darkened thoughts encroach and question,

Diminish dawn’s cockrow, dispel the day,

Worming into loam and taking root there,

Nightshade weed, asphyxiating prey?

 Invasive views, punitive to thinkers,

Banks of clouds eclipsing all sun’s beams,

Unsummoned guests disabling reason,

Recurrent words, distorted earthly themes.

 Florid-faced to grey on one perusal,

Ashen breath obstructing air, extinguish torch.

Whose mind a firmament of pyrotechnic danger

Erupting in the sentinel’s night watch?

 Where dreams are blessed with skies of bluest sunlight

Whose nightmares purge my soul with caustic fright?

Sensory Treasure

I whisper in your heart

to hear your hurting,

I kiss your tears

to taste away your fears,

touch your hands,

absorbing all your feelings,

snuggle close, scenting

pain-filled, broken years.

You gaze into my eyes

to know I’m seeing

all within your soul

you can’t convey.

In sharing all our senses,

flowered open,

love and understanding

feel a way.

I know your soul

by breathing in your essence,

believing all

my senses may reveal,

caring for you whole,

nothing concealed,

and treasure all the scars

I help to heal.

From The Start

I was just making dinner. And then out pops this little lot. The whole thing feels more like a song than a poem. Although what is a song if not a poem set to music? I’m not editing this at all. Just as it came. And now humming a tune that may fit. Wish I played guitar. Have to let the subconscious work on a melody.  Hope it doesn’t feel too cheesy. That might be because of what I’m cooking. 😉

 

There’s history there for the taking,

We made it but let it grow cold.

Not one of those words I was faking

Tho’ the story is one often told.

Two souls that united but parted

While around us stormy winds blew.

How could I have known when it started

How much I’d grow to love you?

 

Now the breeze is balmy and steady

But the hurt lives on in my heart.

Tell me, my love, that you’re ready

To try again, make a new start.

 

No one can hurt like a lover

When the scars, though they fade, still ache.

There never will be another

While there’s a chance we may take.

Believe in the story that grew then,

Remember the times that we shared.

Take comfort in knowing you’re still chosen

And nothing can make me feel scared.

 

Now the breeze is balmy and steady

But the hurt lives on in my heart.

Tell me, my love, that you’re ready

To try again, make a new start.

 

How many loves have been lost to

Stories begun but collapsed

In a world where true love is too few

And questions are filled with perhaps?

Now I’m just a lost, lonely lover

With a story to tell just like you,

Secrets that some may uncover,

No story when love is still true.

 

For the breeze is balmy but steady

And our hurts live on in my heart

But I’m telling you, darling, I’m ready

To live again right from the start.

Forget Love?

No one forgets; and I don’t forget.

How can we forget when we love?

It buries down deep; infuses our being,

Suffuses our senses; leaves our thoughts reeling.

 

Who can forget when they’ve loved? Even lost?

Why would we want to though love counts a cost?

But the cost that it counts is a price that, once paid,

Cherishes life and feelings we’ve shared.

 

It harbours belief in fortunes they tell

And harkens to kismet and spiritual bell.

It listens to prayers and hears when we call

It values our worth and shares out to all.

 

Hurts they will come from the knife edge of love, but,

Though razored through, we heal and behove

Love to all others, for once we have known

Amity in lives, it must then be shown

 

To all whom we meet, with a zest for our living,

A passion for life, a thought to what’s given

To others who seek a touch and a taste

Of what lies within all but proceeds from all chaste;

 

The fountain of life, with a stream gushing forth,

Channelling energy and life-giving source.

We bless and we keep those moments we feel

The love of another for love feelings are real.

 

Love lasts forever though some may depart

For love is eternal in soul and in heart.

Those gone now, departed, by death or from choice

Loved once, if but briefly, still cause to rejoice.

 

My mind is awash with the feelings I feel

A wondrous reunion with spirits, all real.

Those whom I’ve loved, those loving still.

That’s all. Just a force that works with free will.

 

Love’s never lost. Never I say.

For into the ether love travels and stays.

It lurks in the corners of those ever loved

And grows or diminishes as life takes its course.

 

But once it’s created in hearts and in minds

It flourishes, flies and source it will find

Where all may return to the plain we were born, till

All love shines in splendour, the most glorious dawn.

The Rose

thorny rose

Seek the flower not the thorn;

Therein lies sweetest nectar.

Sharpest points protect the self.

Who else will be protector?

Dismiss the gore that razor pierces,

Blood merely proves thy worth.

Look deeply to the core of flower,

Where manna, taste thereof.

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Our Song

It’s possibly true there are no answers, just questions that abound.

At least that’s how it seems, sometimes. I’ve questioned then I’ve found

That nothing makes a lot of sense and even when it does

Shit happens for no reason. I wonder then because,

If I can’t make the heads or tails of all that’s going on,

What chance is there I get to sing my own special song?

We all have one, I have no doubt, a song made just for one,

Born with us and grown with us; desperate to be sung.

A harmony, that only we, can hear within our soul,

Hummed in time to all we do, trying to make us whole.

Listen well. I’ll listen too and maybe we will hear

The lyrics and the melody, pitched to make us cheer

At all the ways we can express what lies way deep inside.

Then maybe, we may fine-tune life and sing our song with pride.

 

Video reading Our Song

Ease The Pain

Will my loving ease your pain? Do you need?

Does what I say make a difference? Will it feed?

Can anything matter if you ache?

I weep at hurts. For you I’ll take

The pain. Believing that it helps for you to know

That someone, I, care and want to show

Compassion and a willing open heart.

If it helps, pour it out, then restart

To find a better place, a loving state to be.

I’ll hold you in my arms and set you free.

I only promise love. That’s all I have.

More than I need, so let me give.

If anything is troubling, share it out,

Spread it wide and rest your mind from doubt.

There’s a world of love awaiting if you seek.

Don’t be afraid, alone. Trust and speak.

Love – A Definition

Love conquers

Loneliness,

Two become one.

Love conquers

Fear and heartache

For some.

Love conquers

Battles that rage

In each heart.

Love conquers

Hurts, betrayed

Far apart.

 

Love is

A mystery

Uncovered, united.

Love is

Supportive to

Spirits divided.

Love is

A wonder

To gaze on in awe.

Love is

The reason

We looked and we saw.

 

Love begins

When two hearts

Collide.

Love begins

When two souls

Confide.

Love begins

To show

A new way.

Love begins

Each dawn

Of new day.

 

Love suffers

Heartache when

Death plays its hand.

Love suffers

Fools, too proud

Or too grand.

Love suffers

For others and

Wishes them best.

Love suffers

Keenly at

Passing regrets.

 

Love is

The answer,

All questions it seeks.

Love is

Solution,

Each day and all weeks.

Love is

A gift

Bestowed from the source.

Love is

All beauty,

Revealed, of course.

An Angel’s Healing

Through clouds of dismal darkness

Hiding clustered starry sky,

Soft feathered wings beat fearlessly

To end the reason why

A heart once melted fears to face

The rising sun again

Till remoulded into human form

By healing drops of rain.

Winged wonder pierces cloud formations

And lets such raindrops fall

To heal poetically and beckon,

Arisen to the call,

A dreamer’s sleep so well disturbed,

In tune to mystic message,

Sighs softly in her mended heart,

Unites in heavenly passage.

Marked, For One

If memories stir and salt this season,

Visceral reaction subverts all reason;

Pleading quietly in my brain,

To quell such love, so self-restrain.

Regressive journeys, known to mar,

Mistakes we make cause wounds that scar.

But heart and soul are so combined

Pounding, beating in my mind.

That once scorched heart has been refined,

All men I see leave me quite blind.

I’m marked, for one, by lesions.

Thought I would give it a go.  🙂

Lilsawarian Dectet

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