Water.
An ebbing of tides
flowing to insatiable vastness,
the ever taunting malcontent
of a wearisome soul.
Lulled by nature’s melodies
lost by its faint eternal glow,
a sacredness of peace
I glean.
Reverie.
A
starlight
waltz
before
her eyes,
awakened
dewdrops
hypnotize,
wait not for
autumn’s
call to
rise…
Your voice is an oasis to an aching soul.
•
Storm.
A yearning
as sirens of
autumn’s breath
whisper words
of anticipation.
A rhythmic contralto
an echo to the soul
a welcomed unrest
as the valley chants
its familiar tune.
Mesmerized
is she as gleams
of heaven incensed
unveil a sight divine.
A prelude
as skies yield to
nature’s command–
a foretaste of the
promised cleansing
of her deliverance.
•
Refuge.
Like arid petals
stirred by
Zephyr’s cries,
your words
have kindled
a dying flame…
So let storms
be borne of
Sahara’s hands
while I hide
in your embrace
amidst the rain.
•
Absolution.
Raindrops
quivering upon cheeks
warmed by the throb
of an ancient wound,
a love unknown,
their rivulets
meandered across flesh
marked by a wisdom
reaped through
the fissures
of time.
Glistening
are her tears
with the scars
of yesterday,
the joys of today,
and the promise
of tomorrow
as she dances,
at last unbound,
beneath the slice
of half moon’s glow.
•
Peace.
Like lilacs blossomed
through autumn green
whispering lavender lines
with each exhale…
Like ripples in a wake
as swans glide by…
Let me linger in your essence
beneath the veil.
•
Departure.
Liberated
into the haven
of a mausoleum
lies a dove deceived-
its tattered pinions
a reminder of
a pledge riven,
a reverie tainted,
an innocence
betrayed.
Save her.
Let the shadows
of her present
console with
saccharine lies,
warm her with
tinned caresses
of boughs
freshly severed-
a revival of
splintered promises
of a new day–
as verdant hues
decay to dust.
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