Breath

Please do you realize
when you breathe
I take a breath
as your heart beats
I count the pulse
are our lives so different
we cannot find a compromise
When you cry
I see a cloud in the sky
Is it understandable too
that when I love
I need you
every second of now

I am not sure of who I am since you

To Brave You,,,

Too, the rose petals fall again to me
Autumn glances, the color of my eyes,
with Winter
in my heart as well, but coldly
wishes whoosh in the wind, like petals together
The flower is gone
the scent like us, does not linger
there are only many a thorn
and, but beauty to remember
Why do flowers die
there is no simple answer
only to awe and accept forever, why
In my garden, prays an ancient Warrior
that beseeches the good Earth and I
to dream another special flower
"blossom Home,,, nigh"

Evening at The Bolshoi

I watched the dancer spiral,
And before the curtain fell,
She caught my eye with one swift glance,
As swift as the tips of her toes:

I saw her lifetime flash in that glance,
The pain of practice, practice, practice,
Her love for the music and the art of the pose,
The motions, fluid, yet lonely,
That she struck with such precision.

And when the curtain fell,
I rose from my seat, smoothed my coattails in place,
And wiped away a tear.

DESIRE

An ever-growing, overwhelming
desire to see
and be
next to you
and passion the warmth
like the liquid pale pink
morning sky blue
blue eyes

Life brings forth emotion
when you whisper
to me

-and we pause and pulse
like the waves of the ocean
only to dream
as the sun slips away
into the evening
of sky blue eyes
drenched in promise
of life

WE WALK THE SAME BEACHES,,,,,

Your longing my birth,,,before you were born

My breath sighs, are your wind
and I address,,waterfalls within your mind

In a nature all of your own,
where you course around
and I your personal Sun

Let me be your sunlight
where I am forever your summer bright
on the ground laying down
your looking into the Sun Sight

Gone away the cries of pain
wherever you walk,,,, no rain
I embrace you with warm blue skies
and into the night underneath starry eyes
I need you,,,,,again and again

We are not strangers,,,compared with time
I thought I was lucky,,only to dream
but unravel your sails and sail true home
the oceans of emotions are stilled
the enduring sleep is over,,awaken,,, forever calm
Sea, Sky, Sun, Moon and You, alive in my Stars, fulfilled

AFTER The Saints

I heard the Madrigals sing
of you
and offer me sweet wines of passion
to drink until overwhelmed
with desire
but there is nothing that makes me
feel better than you
If you will but take me to your palace
where your precious heart
is treasured
So that I may witness
the resplendence
that all songwriters seek
To touch and become

Pure love
and know from where it is born
I place this seed in fertile flesh
and we mix together
in God's own Garden
The Paradise, secretly kept
within you
Tell your innermost guards
I arrive with gifts of flowers
and the feelings of devotion
I am your Champion
My Princess
your tenderness is safe

Angel of Chaos

In the warm clouds of pandemonium
and the vastness of Heavens,
the blue skies have written your name
upon each tender breath of my soul,
and all coming rains cannot wash it away!

Like a symphony your love has sang to me
with a beauty and grace,
sadness and glory.
It has enacted it's story,
sometime in silence; sometimes with fury
and great thunders of nature,
that frightened me.

I do not know why,
the Guardian Angels of providence will not say,
yet they comfort me; if I cry
and gently whisper "It will be OK"...

Of all my events transcendent,
yours and mine as one,
I never wanted to see the final act
but you left me in the theater of life,
and I waited anxiously,
wanting to flee.
The curtain fell suddenly,
the seat next to me vacant
and my open hand and heart cold.

I still sit in the dark
trying to remember every word,
every scene, every act,
as Coleridge said;
*"That willing suspension of disbelief
for the moment, constitutes poetic faith.".*
I am still willing to disbelieve
it is all over,,,
all for the sake of romance
and the poetry it inspires.
Why are my songs
written with Angels tears?

LHL

*Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) English poet

You are a Flower

You are so divine, God i love you
i see you so happy and free
i see you up close and dancing and smiling
all kinda parts jiggling
and that big beautiful smile you have
I hear you whisper to me
in my arms I love you so much
I feel the warmth of your body
and the smell of your hair
the clutch of your heart against mine

I got mangoes, "i got cherries"
I'll rub mango all over you
"wont i get sticky?"
I'll eat you for a fruit dish
after a while I'll read your eyes
and know
I bet you are so soft baby
as a twig is bent so shall it grow
it's happening in our minds now
and soon in our spirit also
I adore you my only one
do you feel that?
it's becoming real baby
I mean like smoke to steel
if i close my eyes i can feel you here
you are like hearing Beethoven
for the first time
after coming out of a cave of echoes
trapped in for a lifetime
you are a flower
that blooms every five minutes before me
roses and gardenia's everywhere
never heard things so beautiful my self
except your sweet voice
from my heart to yours
words almost as beautiful as you

we just lit a fire that ain't gonna go out
it's a gentle love that hungers deep
and finds passion in tenderness