Wednesday, September 25, 2013

POETRY: I WILL RETURN TO THEE

An unbelievable journey
Enlivens life and happiness
Takes me along the path
Of freedom and craze

Exploring the beauty within me
I stay in the state of trance
Yet on the path of discovering
The new individual within me

Purely romantic Words echo
In the silent valley of my heart
Evoking love in every curve

Rhythmic happiness evokes
When his voice knocks
The door of my heart

Romantic but shy gestures
Erotic but concerned talks
Innocent but wild imagination
Leads me into a world
Of Passionate illusion
Or a fantasy of
Romantic hallucination

As it moves down the curves of me
I still remain unconscious
To the erotic touch
But feel the romance
Rise in every cellular unit

Lost in the warmth of his hug
I walk into the world
Of her romantic existence


2

Take my hand, and let me lead you through the shadows,
Take my hand, and I will show you friendship

Take my hand, and let us experience the uncertainties together
Take my hand, and walk by my side and let us grow together

Take my hand, and lead me to the enchantment
Take my hand, and lead me to your heart

For, I have taken your hand,
And you have led me from the shadows
 
And, I have taken your hand,
And dispelled the uncertainties

I have taken your hand,
And my heart welcomes you

So, let us join hands together
And become one in Love ever after


3

Her heart touches mine.  
Our eyes meet each others gaze.
 
Her very breath, whispers across the room to me.  
My heart is filled with her day and night.
 
Our souls as one.  

I'm blinded with love- that covers my face.  
Her lips are like a sweet rose.
 
Her hands of velvet touch my face.  
Like a summmers breeze hse's gone from me,

but our love lives forever... and shall not die.



4

My love warms me like the sun
bringing with its playful rays
keys to unlock hopes of things undone
warming my heart, and transforming my face
I save a special smile just for you
that no one else has had
it's a smile meant for two
of thoughts and dreams I hope to have



5

Not now, she said
                not here or now",
             and so she missed that kiss.
            Fourteen she was;
                 and so in love, a bubbly little miss.
            The moon was bright, and street lamps lite,        
                  so this was not the place.
              She backed away, and did not
                   see the pain upon his face.
             She knew the kissing rules you see,      
                   and thought she was clever.
             She couldn't know that boy would think,
                   not now, meant not ever.
             She loved that boy till the day,
                   her true love came along.
             She married young and dwelled,
                   on yesterday's sad song.
             It matters not at all these days,
                 she's not fourteen, she's 54.
                 a grandma now who laughs and loves,
                 and surely knows the score.
             A marriage long and filled with love,
                 a husband who is dear.
             He's never heard her speak those words
                  "not now sweet love not here."




6

even after all this time
i can still close my eyes and see her face
her eyes
i can taste her lips on mine
feel her body next to me
holding her tight
we are one
together forever
in my thoughts
my wishes
my desires
will it ever be?
i can not tell
i live with the memory
when i close my eyes


7

Standing under the moonlight,
 He lightly kisses her lips.
Wanting to stay within this moment forever,
 He doesn't want to let her go.

Standing under the moonlight,
 She slowly moves closer to him.
Hoping he feels the same as her,
 She slips her hand into his.

Lying side by side, looking at the stars,
 A falling star soars across the sky,
With no known destination.
 He makes a wish, "Let me have her forever,
Help me tell her I love her."
 She makes a wish,
"I want to be able to look
 Into his eyes and see his love,
Help me express my new found love for him."

Here they begin a journey,
 A journey through life and love.
He holds her in his arms and tells her,
 "I've waited a long time for a gal like you.
I never want to let you go. I love you."
 
He wakes up and rolls over.
 "Honey, I love you..."
Lying beneath the stars
 He sweeps her up in his arms.
 
Standing under the moonlight,
 He lightly kisses her soft lips...
Standing under the moonlight...
 Only under the moonlight...



8

When you are lost,
when confusion clouds your mind,
when up seems down, and down is up,
call my name, and I shall return to thee.

When the labyrinth of life makes it seem like you
have nowhere to turn,
when life gets you down,
I'll return to thee.

When you need a hand to hold,
a shoulder to cry on,
or an ear to talk to,
call my name, and I'll return to thee.

Why? Because you are my friend, who would do the same for me


9

The events in our life
make us the people we are.
That's why we need to make
every moment count.

We need to see the rain
and still make it a sunny day.
Because those are the ones
that will stay with us forever.

Don't allow one storm
to take away the good times
because you will only live
to regret it.

The people in our lives are
there because they care & love you.
Don't shut them out 'cos one day
they may not come back.

Life is for living for today,
never for yesturday ot tomorrow.

So, live it with a smile.


10

I want to be your Knight in shining armor.
I'll protect you from every harm.
When it's cold and you're lonely,
I'll show up and keep you warm.

My shield is to block all lies thrown our way.
The helmet I wear is thick metal, so I don't hear what haters say.
My sword is for many reasons, but from two you can choose:
to kill any man who tries to take you, or the rest is up to you.

You're my queen and I will protect you.
No one can break us apart.
My armor is thick metal, so weapons won't kill me,
but it'll never keep you from getting to my heart.


11

You took my heart
with only a single glance.
My love for you is a candle
which will always burn.
My love for you is something
you can be sure of.
The way you smile
makes every day of my life
seem worthwhile.
The look in your eyes
makes me realize
you are my one true love.
You entered my life
and completed me.
I can't begin to explain the
feelings I have for you;
when you look deep
into my eyes,
what that makes me do.


12


Notes Stirred in my minds eye, in a wonderful harmony
A combination of heavenly trumpets, and flutes,
Joined by the voices of angels singing of grace.

A mass of confusion filled me with curiosity,
As to what these notes, and voices pertained to,
Why such beautiful sounds dwelled inside of me.

The realization came to me that these notes,
These heavenly notes rang out only on occasion,
At certain moments in time that seemed to obstruct all thought.

Slowly I selected these frequent moments from the few,
Learning that the melody I heard occurred on three such occasions,
Three occasions I took for granted all too often.

The notes and voices occurred when I was with a dear friend,
A friend I'd dare call my closest of confidants in life,
Our friendship had grown greater without my foreknowledge.

The notes were unmistakable when I'd cast my gaze upon her,
Bells and chimes sounded as if they were a beacon,
A beacon of some importance I never truly understood.

Angels sang when I?d stare into her crystal blue eyes,
My heart nearly crept into my throat, preventing me from speech,
Allowing me to appreciate the sparkle of her eyes.

Violins played when I?d wrap my arms around her,
Telling of a story that was much greater than I thought,
A story about more than friendly embrace.

Trumpets heralded when I kissed her velvet lips,
Everything seemed to slow, even the blasting trumpets,
Soon they slowed to a beautiful waltz of affection.

At that moment, I knew what the chorus all meant,
They were telling me of something much greater than friendship,
It was a heavenly symphony, playing a requiem of love.

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