Tender little kisses, that’s what she is
hugs that bound the horizon
and gentle caressing hands that strewn my hair
she makes the sun shine brighter,
and fills my life with care.
Oh how the sweetness of tenderness
does shine away the shadows
no more despair in my plain views
melancholy all stripped away,
my lavender dancing muse.
I want to fly the clouds within your veil
and to always touch upon your stars
the ones that sing from out your voice
rippling through my vision,
making my humble heart rejoice.
Is this too much for one to ask
the subtle walk through open fields
to know the love is here not lost
among the clatter of the wields,
where devotion is a trying game
to see who will get what and when
money, material, children, commodity
the vicious cycle to no greedy end.
Nay, I say with covered ears
my eyes enshrouded with straining tears
and all the darker staring leers
that turn to my dismay.
But lo, I turn to see my light
she glows in all variety
shewing me the less plundered path
away from the common society.
She makes me whole and fills me up
my little world of knowing
that no one cares who we will love
or for what our deepest reasons;
and to look upon the rigid brows
of those who choose to move in strife
can never quake or shake our grounds
for ‘we’ are the creators of ‘our’ life.
I keep myself busy
weeding out the ways
seeking for the heartship
of my soul,
I till the soil
and mend the rows
plucking out all the jade,
but the harmony is not found
in these glorious sunny days.
So again I am on bended knee
mulling through the dirt
removing unwanted growth
caring and trimming
showering with adoration,
Then the spring brings her fluid smile
blanketing all the buds
and each in turn will blossom
filling my garden with many hugs,
and there I sit among the colors
awaiting for one to tug
the one that will wax my heart
that one who will give me love.
can you hear me while you sleep?
So far away in distant places
hearing the songs of time and space
you fly among the many skies
that are shewn in many colors
filled with shapes of clouds
that will never seek our waking eyes.
can you hear me?
Among the jubilation of imagination
that carries you over mountains
lulls you into the depths of the sea
and covers you in the warmth of many suns
such feelings that will never touch our living days.
If you listen, you will hear me.
Through the rich forests that layer the Planet
and the trickling water of sweet quartets
that lure the breath to sing
touching upon the faces you radiate
bringing the smiles of a million moons
that will fade upon your wakening
revealing the chorus of my Love beside you.
I can feel the solus
alone in their loss
and the empty gains
of what was hoped
to be love,
but they sit
from what was
where the joys
and the happiness
against the tender
upon each other
when two become one
and the union
all gone now
than a turning page
and the value
as little or less
The depth at which my blood does reach
are the veins that course my tide
they ebb my flow and love for you
pouring open the stormy skies,
and hear the stars they glitter out
the songs of our eternity
flowing over each pulse of time
hand in hand each foot our journey.
Love, you wild budding bloom
oh subtle breeze and hearkening
lay me upon the clouds of wind
that I may know this tender wandering,
to float the many varied seas
as the ripples of my soul
trickling through the veins of life
till I reach the ‘we’ that makes me whole.
Oh gentle sway
such pretty gravel
to cry out for the day,
singing songs of open sky
unraveling what come may.
in summer skins
all making for the shore,
along the sandy pebbled beach
from here and forever more.
Though sinking heart
among the waves
all trodden with no demure,
when one builds up on falsity
it crumbles at the core.