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where i dreamt you, you found me...

i dreamt of you
each time i walked
along this sandy beach
for as long as i can remember
you were dreamed upon

i wondered when and from
where you would arrive

knowing in my heart of hearts
that one day you would be here with me
i relinquished myself to this knowing
it sustained me
and yet, my heart ached for you

ached fervently and at times, lost faith
but faith stood its ground
and you arrived
on my favourite beach
on my favourite shore
sans the white steed
with a flowing mane

but alas you arrived
sand between your toes
as you walked toward me
hands outstretched
taking me to your chest
placing a kiss;
the sweetest kiss upon my forehead,
upon my lips

oh,
i felt your love long before
your arrival and
now that
you are here, as i gaze
into your sinfully beautiful brown eyes
my heart is content
beyond my wildest dreams
the longing has been fulfilled

you are my dream
you are my white knight
you are my love

now we stand
together
hand in hand
on that same beach
on that same shore
and
pay homage to
the place where
our souls were fused in holy
induced love...

© 2009
image source: astrology.com/couple on beach

Conn's Song...

Conn’s Song

this gift he possesses
startled my hardened heart
for ‘it’ somehow felt known

he is the elusive one
shrouded in mystery

though his heart glows with a pureness
that cannot be missed
a caring, gentle, selfless soul
who has lived sorrows
though sheds them not on others

a warrior soul with a weathered start
he’s filled with light and love
as if sent from heaven above

a bit of a prophet
a bit of a seer
who is sure to endear

he’ll walk about
as he visits your inner world
unbeknownst
he’ll capture
the ‘essence’ of you
you’ll wonder aloud “how this could be true?”

a bastard not
or an orphan be
he was a gift, if only
temporarily
bestowed upon me.

© 2009

This was a poem written in early 2009 for my friend Conn,
in thanks for his beautiful poem, 'Calli’s Song' that he so
beautifully created for me. This was my humble thanks, though
it could not compare.

If you’ve not yet read 'Calli’s Song' and you
would enjoy doing so, please find it a few posts down below.
image source: Feels_like_forever_by_Yassser84 on deviantart ~location: Dalky, Ireland

love and the grey side of ...2 for 1

fragments of future
legions of past

our story has not yet been told
or perhaps, it’s been told a thousand times?

in ancient civilizations
in different realms

across a roman landscape
or within a highland song

on the island of crete
or in mesopotamian times
through legends of gods and goddesses
or amidst drawings hidden in grecian urns

through unknown portals
gateways
and galaxies divine

among ancient ruins
or within the egyptian pyramids
in shallow graves made of masonry stone

whispered on the winds
or upon humanity’s collective breath

or traveled the constellations one by one
or adrift among the clouds

in lakes, streams
and rivers
or in sand grains scattered about the sahara and mohave
through the red rocks
of the western territories

via the trans siberian railway

over the swiss alps
within the fruit of the world’s grape vines

perhaps our likeness has been painted
by the great painters of past
or written by shakespeare himself

perhaps it is just you and me
this here
this now
and this is our story.




A vast greyness is all that can be seen
The slightest sheen remains
Though thread bare with tiny tears and wear

To go from love to bliss
To sadness back to love
To bliss
Back to sadness
Then to loneliness

To go from feeling loved
cherished and understood

To feeling unloved
Uncherished, misunderstood

To go from desire
To despair

To go from near perfection
To near ugliness

To go from an attentive heart
To a heart that has somehow forgotten

To go from feeling a princess
a beauty
To orphan annie

To go from a quickened pulse
To no discernable pulse at all

To go from open loving
all-knowing conversation
To riddles and rhymes
Speaking in tongues
Secret codes, foreign languages foreign to us
Unknowable meanings hidden

To go from…

To go to…

© 2009


image source: love-008
image source: lovers_by_spokojnysen

changing like the wind...

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becoming Rita...

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mia evolving...

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the evolution of a painting...

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and a new poem below...

to be held this way...

Uncertainty, while falling slowly
Take away this veil
The illusions since multiplied
Having altered life and love

When was the last time I was ME?

Return me not to the place
On the cusp of right and wrong
Between shadows and reality
Plagued by misconceptions of
Proper living

and yet seeds of hope interplay with burdens
of everyday?

Life, death, solace, black hole

Drama scripted, Director - yell, no
scream, “CUT”!

Recesses of brain matter
Active and alive
Where live unexpected descents to
A perfect model of HELL

NO EXITS HERE

Clarity? Insight?

ON THE PRECIPICE OF REASON?

Wicked theatrical scenarios
Play out in melodramas
That draws a hungry crowd

Utopia?
Nirvana?

Do they exist? Beyond this veil?

Ah, a cliché to be held this way
To be held this way…

© 2009


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