Night breezes sooth restless trees;
Butterflies sleep in an array of colorful wings.
In anticipation of the light of the dawning,
Songbirds sing.
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On that day under blue skies
Their eyes were bright, and the children smiled.
Arms outstretched to the side,
They ran and took off,
Flying for the first time;
And in those precious moments
They became gods,
If only for a little while. -
When I couldn’t love, you loved me.
When I couldn’t see, you guided me.
When I couldn’t hear,
Still, you whispered to me lovingly.
When I was cold,
In your rapture you embraced me.
In the throes of death, you revived me.
When I slept, you kissed me;
When I reached for you, you held me.
When I was listless, you willingly
Rendered to me your energy.
When I was misunderstood,
You listened to me patiently.
When they ridiculed me,
You explored the depths of me;
When the fires of hell scorched me,
You quenched me, and wrapped me
In the white wings of your glory.
If we were few and they were many,
Still, you would go to war with me fearlessly.
In battle you exhibit your ferocity,
while still retaining your femininity;
I love you;
If they were to come for you,
They would have to first face me;
And with my own blood upon me,
I would whisper to you in dying breaths,
Baby, slay them faithfully.
I marvel at your beauty;
I see you through loving eyes,
And touch you with the sincerity
Of the blood that flows within me.
You were there; You were there for me
After the treachery of my own family.
I was alone in the wilderness of desolation,
And you sent for me.
Void of feelings, you revived me
With the healing of your sensuality.
I render to you all that I am,
And all that I have eternally. -
End of summer near
Leaves fall like endless tears
Soon winter will be here -
Willows weep
Night breeze rustles summer leaves
Quiet rivers sleep -
The ecstasy of you
Are midnight whispers
And Beautiful laughter
In late summer.
Broken I came to you;
The remnants of my soul,
You collected patiently
And made whole.
I love you sincerely;
The scent of your essence
And the lingering of your aura
Move me.
Stay with me.
Passionately,
I inhale you, slowly. -
I have loved you from the inception of my creation;
My longing shadow kisses your reflection.
I will love you always, is my solemn declaration.
In your sleep, I whisper to you loving words,
And long held utterances unheard.
An angel sleeps.
Dark waterfalls flow on pillows;
Polaris sheds tears of joy,
Like the bristling of leaves, when light breezes
Blow against the willows.
Blue silk drapes over the countenance of a goddess.
I behold you, under the glow of soft light flawless.
If I ever in any way hurt you,
With weeping, my soul repents,
In this life and the next. -
After a flood of thoughts
And futile reasoning,
The descent into hell begins. -
Rivers of pain overflow from unceasing torrential rain.
The sun is held back behind a grey veil;
We live by sheer will alone —
Wanting to return to the joyful origins of us,
But there is no more home.
There is no more warmth in the bosom of our mothers,
Or the remembrance of cigar smoke
And the rough feel of the unshaven faces of our fathers;
We have been cold for so many winters.
We have been cold for so many winters.
For a time we had found warmth in lovers,
But even passionate kisses fade away;
Now we seek passion in wanting to live another day.
Flowers are brought for the dead;
A penny for your thoughts, but
Constant overthinking causes dread.
Wanting to feel the aura of our younger selves again,
I see a boy that looks exactly like me,
And I reach for him wanting to tell him of the pitfalls ahead.
I scream hysterically to get his attention,
But he never turns his head.
Oh the tears we have shed;
The many tears we have shed.
Insidiously desolation feeds constantly on the soul;
Aged with torment and heaviness of heart,
Even young bodies appear to be old.
For the record, many entries have been written,
But still there are many stories untold.
The depths of me I hold onto
Like a rare diamond found in its raw form,
Yet to be cut and polished
To exhibit its true beauty and brilliance;
Somewhere near there is a true stillness
Like frozen streams through beautiful valleys
Where buffaloes graze in harsh winters.
I bathe in starlight;
I bathe in starlight;
Wrapped in the blanket of the covering of the night,
In nakedness I bathe in starlight.
I am forever a child of the night,
Running barefoot on dimly lit city blocks
Past where they sell pizzas by the slice
And colorful flavors of shaved ice.
Where the winters are long,
And the sorrowful sing songs
While old ladies in black with wooden and metal rosaries
Behind long funeral processions mourn.
Where tears fall on the bodies of slain sons
From the eyes of single and depressed mothers as they bawl,
And the hopeless and homeless light fires
In open barrels to keep warm in late fall.
We weep in torrential rainfall,
Covering sorrowful faces with worn hands
And praying fervently
That the sad children will once again be happy
And do their dance.
The sun is held back behind a grey veil.
It is overcast with a chance of perpetual hail;
Three Hail Marys are said
And then a deep inhale;
Three Hail Marys are said
And then a deep inhale. -
A Luna Moth visits me at night.
She is light lime green
With brown and purple borders bright.
She lands on me gently, and
Willingly I indulge her company;
Under the light her stillness comforts me.
Most times she stays long,
But on occasion she swiftly moves on.
In the moving of her wings
She prompts me for a song:Oh Luna Moth with wings so soft
And beautiful colors who visits me oft!Oh Luna Moth with wings so soft
And beautiful colors who visits me oft!She settles, and again I am calm—
On a cold and windy night
With her presence I am warm.
Luna Moth come back again
My nightly visitor and wonderful friend;
Please do not forget about me when the twilight comes
And the rising of the sea.
Tomorrow under the light is where I will be
Awaiting your company eagerly;
Tomorrow under the light is where I will be
Awaiting your company eagerly.
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