Friday, August 10, 2012

POETRY: TWO SPIRIT SOULS IN A PERFECT HARMONY

PART 1

It was foretold
And came to be,
Two spirit souls
In perfect harmony;
A moment in time
Their lives entwined.

A passion indefinable
True and fair,
A tenderness unrivalled
Loveliness so rare,
A heart fulfilled
She is everything, everywhere.

Musing upon such beauty
All that which is about me,
Gazing at starlit heavens above
I readily confess-
To have no greater love
Than for my princess.




PART 2

Take a trip with me,
All the way to the stars,
Far beyond the sky,
Hold on tight,
And don't look back,
We'll graze the moon,
As we pass it by,
Heading further into nothing,
Not knowing where we're going,
Seeing only each other now,
Black surrounding us both,
Far away from problems,
And everything life brings,
Touch the stars,
For they are in our reach,
Anything you want,
You can have it,
Take a trip with me,
You will not regret it.





PART 3

Why must I feel this way? I am a man of many torments,some of wich I cannot describe. There are certain things missing, such as my love. Without her I am not who I am supposed to be. Every day I question, does she feel the same as I? Does she love me as much as I love her? And with every thought I die! I have died so many times, that I don't know if I die again, if that will be the final. Sometimes I feel as if that would be the best thing. I would miss everyone, but this pain I would not. Just as long as I may take the love I have. I would be in a better place. My heart stays with her, and she shall keep it. I no longer have any use for it. I love her! And my heart is a symbol
of that, so that she may never forget me, and forever know, I will always be with her!



PART 4

Love lasts forever~
It does not change with the passing of seasons~
Nor does it fall away like leaves of a tree before a long winter~
But stays rooted deeply within~
Love is intended to endure~solid as a rock~
It should not be shaken~
It should not exist for the soul purpose of gain~
But given freely from one heart in love with another~
Love, everlasting love~
Whose origin must come from heaven above~
A god sent reminder of what true caring is all about~
The gift of all gifts~
Priceless~
True love....


PART 5

Her eyes, yes, her eyes
As twilight shades beckoning serenity
And mystery
The complexity of her being, open for all to see
Her eyes, sparkling bastions of mischievous merriment
Yet, softly caressing nature's souls
She gazes skyward and a thought floats heavenward
A caring soul touches the ether
and joins with the other gentle souls
In a melting melding vapor of exhaustion
She sighs, the weight of caring, care-taking,
heavy in her heart
She joyously carries on, her smile blessing those around her
Her loveliness infusing the atmosphere
with the perfumed romance of her song
Innocuously she brushes her hair back from her laughing eyes
Tossing her head self-assuredly
Her strength showing...
In her eyes,
Yes!
Her lovely eyes.



PART 6

She gently walked up to me
Without my request or invitation
She swiftly placed her hand on me
Before I could even utter a word

She suddenly pulled out a candlestick
And melted every ice block under my feet
She looked very close at my fingernails
And removed all the thorns that's hidden for ages

She rubbed my face with vanishing cream
And massaged my chest with tears from her eyes
She soothes my pain with her magic touch
And all my memory suddenly faded away

She looked into my eyes, saw my diseases
And nodded her head, a sign of relief
Then she panel beat every broken bone in my body
Which finally made me become a perfect being

Who she's, is still unknown to me
She came in my dream and made me whole
Who she was no one could tell
Whether a stranger, a lover, or an angel




PART 7



The power of a dream
The memory of a moment
The warmth of a smile
The excitement of a love

A silent reverie can bring
About the softest of emotions,
Squeezing one's heart
In exactly the right place.

Sometimes when I dream
I think of my soul as so beautiful.
Sometimes when I speak,
I think of my thoughts as so powerful.

The warmth of a dream
The excitement of a moment
The memory of a smile
The power of a love...
when you love the person you have become.


PART 8

You look up at the star-filled night and wonder what it is that you're searching for. Your eye lids blink then close and lightning streaks across the black once more. A tear finds its way down your cheek as in your mind the rain begins to fall. Washing away your shield made of sand, forever drowning the sound of my call. Silent echoes whisper throughout the passing breeze,flirting ever so gently with your ear. These silent echoes fill the canyons of your heart but never loud enough for you to hear.




PART 9

O love invisible
In my heart I can see you
O love indescribable
In my soul I can feel you
O love indecipherable
Within me I seek the knowledge of you
O love unfathomable
I long the more to understand you

Amid cheerfulness and tranquility
You reaches the realm of inaccessible
Beyond all that physical senses could conceive
You dwell in life-delighting heaven
Imagining out of all sense and reason
You strike the mind with uncontrollable mystery
Inapprehensible you'll ever remain
And I'll ever be drawn close to you



PART 10

Look into a woman's eyes
tell me what you see.
Is it love, is it strength
or is it me?
Is it hunger or does it bleed?
True love follows your heart
you just have to lead.
When a woman smiles
do you quiver? Or do you shine?
Do you tie up in knots
or do you feel just fine?
When a woman's lips come close to yours
what is it that you see?
They touch, you feel
warmth, tingles
shame?
What is it that you see
behind your darkened eyes?
Do you love her or is it the thought of me?
Do you feel her touch reach for you at night?
Do you try to hold her tight?
Is it really the woman before you that you love?
Or is it a being to hold and touch and try to love?
Tell me, please, is it true love
for me or a fantasy for you?

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