Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Among the Trees

I lie in my bed gazing through the window at the dawn
The illusion is given of being in a tree

The branches my bed
The leaves my pillow

I think of you and the illusion becomes a waking dream

Your arms the branches, embracing me
Your bosom the leaves, cradling my head
Your breath the wind, caressing my skin
Your face the sun, warming my soul
Your voice a bird's song, lilting "Be Mine"

I long to have you beside me among the trees.

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Shore Maiden

4:30, I stir with the sound of birds heralding the dawn.
The air is crisp as I sink deeper into the warmth of my bed.

My thoughts settle on a Mediterranean shore maiden.
Skin of palest olives, hair of ebony and the waning night sky reflected in azure eyes.

This Italian goddess occupies my thoughts these resent days.
A beacon in my predawn dreams.

As I return to slumber, I long to meet her and lead her into the light of day

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Friday, June 02, 2006

I Will Not Fade

Paints
Pixels
Words
Yarn

These are the my tools of expression, creativity, my outlet
If you take one away
I will survive
I have others.
If you take them all away
I will go mad
I will crumble and fade
If you have compassion, please, leave me one... just one

NO, that is the old me

I will find another outlet
If you take that
I will find yet another
And we will dance this dance and I will win
For I love the new me
I will not crumble
I WILL NOT FADE

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Comrade

We've shared such private things
We've become friends

We've talked over countless hours
To find we're comrades

You don't have to ask
Just take me in your arms

We'll still be friends my comrade
With the dawn

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Umbrella

One rainy day, I offered an aged man my umbrella.
He graciously declined.

I said to him "Sir, you are wet through and will catch a cold."

"Perhaps," he replied, "but the winter of my life has been long and this spring shower is delightfully unexpected."

"Surely you are concerned about your health."

"Young Lady, my body is no longer my concern. The day of my death is not known to me. Perhaps I will die today. But for this hour it is still mine.
I am walking in the rain to feed my soul."

I bid him good day and as we parted, I watched him for a minute.
I saw the light of youth in his face and the joy of boyhood in his footsteps.
I turned and walked away.
But first I discarded my umbrella.

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Off Limits-Limitless

She is my comrade in adventure
I could fall in love
But she’s straight
I file her under ‘Sister’

My heart has many rooms

He makes me laugh to tears
I could fall in love
But he’s married
I file him under ‘Brother’

My life is full

She inspires my social conscience
I could fall in love
But she considers me young
I file her under ‘Mentor’

My love is limitless

He inspires my creativity
I could fall in love
But his carapace is thick
I file him under ‘Muse’

My soul is being fed

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My Private Mother Earth

Daughter of the Goddess,

To taste your lips of pomegranate
To become lost in your eyes of evergreen
To be entangled in your locks of chestnut
To caress your skin of butter-cream
I long to worship before my private mother earth

Do you only exist in my dream?

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Friendship On Fire

A wise man once said to me "Love is friendship on fire."

I say to you, "A fire has been lit inside of me".

To nurture or extinguish this flame is your choice.

For the fire burns only for you, my friend.

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Companion

The flowers bloom
Dressed in morning dew
I am sad.

The wind blows
Bathed in sunbeams
I am sad.

The rain falls
Shadowed neath black clouds
I am happy.

I have a companion for my tears.

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Artisan

I do not tell you my history for sympathy
But understanding.

I was not damaged
But tempered.

I am not the creator of my past
But the artisan of my future.

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