Sunday, March 1, 2009
When I am free to dream
S ometimes, when I am free to dream, my mind goes down paths rarely explored, I look up towards the stars that were there the night before and now hide in a hauntingly beautiful mist as colorful lights slowly illuminate their sky. I find the early morning so beautiful, cool, refreshing... so full of romance My soul, always so shy stops hiding and takes a chance I see your lips and kiss them sweetly they taste like sugar, soft and inviting and ignoring the storm that looms in the distance...I...
Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Dreaming with what just might be...
I t had been raining for several days, a heavy steady rain with numbing sounds that murmured your name. Everything was gray and frozen. The cold sipped through my skin making me tremble... and want... and remember... your touch, your kiss. They were wonderfully terrible wet nights full of the sounds of the rushing waters and wind, nights I could have sworn G-d had made for me to think. But today, the lake water is blue. very blue and blinding with sun. There are bubbling streams everywhere...
Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
You were there...
A s I sat there, way up there by the cliff, I could see all, green waters dansing to the music of my soul, running through the river bed, way down in that hole, dragging with them everything that the forest had shed plus the fish and the stones going along for the trip. I could see the hills thick with woods, all around me, tall and steep, small gnarled oaks clinging to their rocks and slender poplars, gleaming in the light of the setting sun, growing along the river side like a wall. I, drank...
Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 23, 2009
If I could...
If I could... If I could with my lips errase the sadness in your eyes and hold you and love you and fill your every need... if it could be, that my hands could touch yours and all pain would dissapear. and I could make every fiber of your being scream soft, primal screams of fulfilled dreams... if with my fingers I could smooth those lines that worry leaves in that forehead I long to kiss, and place with my body smiles in those sweet and sensual lips. If I could... I would take away the weight...
Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, February 20, 2009
In the morning
I n the morning, when brightness comes to dissipate the ghosts that haunted our sleepless night, the softness of the sun's first light caresses our mind freeing us from the place in which we were forced to dwell, all night trying desperately to escape, the slow, consuming flames of our thinking hell. In that morning we thought would never come, we lay in bed, away from crowds and faceless names, reluctantly, slowly letting go of that sweet hope, that all night long kept our soul afloat in the...
Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
We are
W hat sets our feet upon the road of endless search, through hills and valleys, roaming eyes looking for vague births and undefined beginnings. What great things do we think are there and not amidst the hush of silence. For we are blinded by the colors of the mind, by the fragrance of some lost dream or hope unfinished, What will it look like, that love we think is there? Will he stand waiting with radiant eyes hands outstretched in welcome bestowing all with gifts of answers and final rest?...
Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Look, listen, feel
L ook through my eyes and see what I see, angry black clouds in a pure blue sky giving false hope to the soil so dry. They come in riding on the cold wind, a wind pregnant with rain looking to be set free, running away from the storm that rages in the sea. Listen to me and hear what I hear the whisper of the falling raindrops, gently caressing the tree tops, and the sudden loud noise of thunder, which crash through the silence, making me tremble with fear, making things shake for a moment to...
Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Those words I can not stop.
I look outside and see the soft light of a setting sun bathing the naked trees in my backyard, a surreal sight, to look outside and find everything painted in mauve light, as if the fingers of the new born night had reached out from the other side to caress and ease the world into the dark. I wish there was some special light that would envelope my aching heart and ease it into its goodnight. I like writing in the dark. It feels private, like if I were alone, alone in a path to find what I need...
Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Out of my dreams
Y ou come to me out of my dreams like a far away glare from an inner light... A temptation, old and new that leaves in my lips a taste I never knew You are the identical rose which is different growing in a garden that has no doors and it does not matter if your hair is black as night yellow as a cozy fire's light, or white like the clouds in that sky so blue... it does not matter because it is you, You are laughter and tears, and solely responsible for the crazy beats of this silly heart of...
Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
You don't really know me.
Y ou don't really know me, but how I love to read your words. They come alive and seduce me, dance in front of me like fire, like a wind that speaks softly in my ear the secrets of the world. Your every word...every thought, is poetry, Like wine, I only desire more of you with each sip. You have become my world.. your skin, the earth.... your thoughts, the seasons..... your eyes, the heavens, it is in you that I feel alive. So write, write my love, and as you do, I will be the one you never knew
Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I know now what not to do
S o now, even as the chilly winds of sadness wrap their arms around me and my soul grows cold, I know beyond a doubt I shall endure this night. I know how to swim the rapids: I drift and I drift until the raging stops, and the still waters shall reflect my resurrected smile the misty clouds, the white-capped hills and the shining grass atop the dusty earth. If I should meet you then, after the rapids, do not mistake my heightened heartbeat with anticipation, or think I could fall in love with...
Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Come...
A minute is too short to say goodbye to someone you love and yet, its an eternity to imagine their pain. Smile... we are together and tomorrow is so far away Just kiss me, there is nothing to say, there will be time later to collect and pay. Shhhh... come, lets make love in the rain, I know you want to forget... but we must always remember you and me, what was, what is Come...
Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Like me without you...
T here is a big bright moon above the city skies Its light reminds me of you… of sleepy eyes... of living dreams and dreaming life, of a brief moment of fulfilled desire. Its a sweet memory that will always come to me whenever I see that moon up there, so alone and so blue... sad and lonely... like me without you.
Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Souls completed.
A s I walked home tonight I saw an old man and an old woman holding hands on their front porch. Years and years of love radiated from them, love made quiet in the security of it's power. His old plaid shirt and her purple shawl slightly touched while they swayed gently back and forth on a hanging swing. A soft, barely audible tune escaped her lips; perhaps a favorite melody of days gone by when first they had met, and their hands intertwined so naturally, as if one began where the other one...
Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Like a waterfall
L ike a waterfall, powerful, shimmering in the light of the morning, surrounded by magical living, moving carpets of green and thousands of flowers yellow and orange and red... like a dream. Tall trees extending their branches towards silver spotted clouds undulating against an endless mystery of transparent blue. And in the midst of all that beauty, you and I, entwined in an eternal embrace, not knowing where one ends and the other begins... falling, melting, wet, like a waterfall. Thunderous...
Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
In another time... another life...
I feel you in the warmth of the sun that softly touches my skin as a walk by the sea and the thought of you, sweetens my tears, you, the one I want near. You come to me in the wind that smells of far away places and pushes the waves to kiss the sand and in that water and in its salt, As I walk I feel that I have been, since the beginning of time, always incomplete, and you have existed somewhere deep in my mind, within my being, a sweet shadow cornered in silence. Some early mornings I dream you...
Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Convince me, please...
T here is no mystery in the flight of the smoke that climbs so high among the clouds filling with doom the vivid blue of the sky that so reminds me of you, or in the fact that my heart bleeds as if cut with a knife whenever hope leaves. But, there is mystery in life... in what makes us want more and keeps us trying to thrive There is mystery in what helps us forget the thunder's roar when we see a bird over the rainbow fly and suddenly disappear into a rain torn sky I, that have sat by the sea...
Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Free to imagine...free to dream
I look out my window and I see sun-kissed clouds framing the sea, a sea pale and blue, calm, serene, awaiting the darkness to descend on it again, but some how I know, that no matter how dark it gets or how much sand the incoming tide with it takes, there would still be stars to illuminate what remains and to their light I will sit there and write, bathed in the first waves of the night feeling the wet, warm sand slip trough my feet maybe their destiny to meet. So I hurry down to the beach...
Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Tonight...
T onight, by the flickering life of a candle, I can feel the emptiness enveloping me, invading the very core of my being. Maddening thoughts arising from some dark corner of the soul rarely touched unleash terror the mind cannot understand. All that I know is torn apart In the realization that every dream is an illusion... All I am meant to be will never come to pass Life is what it is, and though the woman that stares back at me from the mirror seems young still... full of life, I know the...
Sign in to see full entry.
The rock.
A rock sat by a river under the shadow of a magnificent tree. Its rough, dull surface contrasted with the luscious foliage, green and brilliant, of the forest that surrounded it. Humble but unique in its dark silence, it rose from the grass that covered the floor and its ugliness was highlighted by the beauty of the delicate flowers that to the song of the birds danced in the wind. The coolness of the autumn rains did not bother it and neither did the heat of the Summer sun She sat there useless...
Sign in to see full entry.
