searched
until you were near
just at the top of black trees...
spread wings and took flight
riding beams of light, into
a place of forever's...where
love and light entwine like we,
last lovers of night...
bold night glow makes a sepia sea
still waters hold a solitary ship
provoked by a flickered cabin light
bright stars contend with firelight
traveled across endless tides.
No answers for a beating heart
from breathless Moon and orbs
yet sense my tiny, momentary craft
and its greatness... of love
was it hope or fear..
love or the lack of love,
I do not know how
an indifferent night
was persuaded ...to share
it's precious gem
like a cradled egg--
a birth of dreams
where you might pass...
a place for my heart
watching autumn sunset
leaves...
without words
hdm
the Orion Nebula a womb,
a blue haze to the eye
nursery of newborn stars;
bold legend in night sky
hero and God striding far.
Bright white lights, ages inspire
and we see night's own gems
a gift of time and patient fires...hdm
a gift of time and patient fires...hdm
"when she rises in my thoughts
like Venus in the east, feelings
drawn, the night holds a swarm;
of boundless flame, an unending embrace
Love rides on pathways of light..."
like Venus in the east, feelings
drawn, the night holds a swarm;
of boundless flame, an unending embrace
Love rides on pathways of light..."
a swell of light
low in the east, a
goblet
glowing so it took my
eye
and I saw it just as that-
night signs, we might
take a great gulp of life.
Jupiter and a solemn moon, circles that remind
a winter of love, a time above the clouds, and
to be glad for all we have had; that Love holds us
like a ring of light, and we too give purpose
to time and beauty...hdm
the sunsets i remember most
were not upon the sea, despite the
golden path of sun on water
no, the sunsets i remember most
the Sun was at my back and
its golden path... led to you
2 comments:
the sunsets I remember most were not upon the sea... -
such a profound phrase,
it can be finished in a number of creative ways... like
but those that reflected voices of two souls -you and me...
the first time i wrote that, the sunsets were on a woman's face, a stranger, a beautiful woman in Jamaica...so it has grown...and in your words, will grow again...thank you...H
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