A wild revolution of body and mind When towards self you begin to be kind
What are these words that speak of love so true In the wilderness of our busy world The wild words of love speak to me and you
Talented hound Going back to my youth “Good Grief” it’s Charlie Brown And he’s acting the goof Now Snoopy is around
When tears were falling from my eyes And words of love just didn’t care You were there to hear my heart’s cries
Lost in the last strains of the intensity of sound and the intimacy of Bach on the moonlit air
You are here and I am not running away instead I answer you with my tears
The night assaults all the senses Crashing sublime As beauty and terror collide Waves ride and climb
How long will your warmth hold me in bed While your gentleness grazes my skin From evening until the sun shines in Through the window of scattered dreams in my head How long will your warmth hold me in bed
The leaf that floats upon the river’s flow as is my heart upon a winding trail beneath the boughs of sleepy willow trees
A temple tower stands eastward, the guardian of fate, emerging from my confusion before it is too late
new dewdrops shimmer like diamonds on a green baize gentle tears the night wept
Old whispers carry summer's breeze through fields of barley corn with ease
The aloneness began before A shallow breath said no more And I had to face death
A proud spirit in humility, meek As a tenderness embraces the heart In an unknown light where pure love can speak
Old man enrobed all in white Left his footsteps overnight
The blurred confusion caught in adoration's bliss, behind my sleeping eyes in dreams of this, fragmented moments held in her love's kiss.
In love I see There’s you and me Still dancing free Hey babe, how be?
Morigena, queen of the sea She sings the songs of love for thee And me so tempting our fate
And in her beauty dwells my ludic sprite, my honour freely given to love's delight, hand holding hand throughout the darkest night revealed the place we dream when life's contrite.
As fireworks set the night alight While bonfires burn on Guy Fawkes night The Christmas ads race to invite
How silently time passes by Like a river that flows through fields A force of life lost to the eye
Through the window our garden speaks to me In echoes of jasmine, roses, and maple tree
Crushing waves battle with the rage of tempestuous winds tossing the little boat
As a Celtic Pagan the old year is ending and new year is about to begin it seems more than a little apt that my self-healing journey is at an evaluation point
In the silence that lingers neath the moon, two lovers dance where strings softly croon, the mystery of love a golden boon as romance reveals our passions tune the joy of desire will glow for us soon and light the way of love as it were noon.
My lady came across on scented vent, from east to west an orchid of torment her beauty captures me in lust's intent, the coolness of her kiss, my sacrament
In that first avoidance of meeting eyes In sudden silence love begins to speak A hundred unshed tears wear no disguise
Broken trust shattered beyond repair The betrayal of love, the ultimate treason
In ink the words of a poet’s dream Releases the musings of the inner child That wanders the path beside the stream At one with nature and the call of the wild
An angel of beauty smiling grace Sweet purity glazed upon her face Throughout the year she leaves not a trace Until winter calls her into place
Impatient heart can’t bare the waiting Desperately seeking a love’s passion Searching small ads, scanning a pick-up site Then desire thought let’s try that speed dating Five minutes of chit-chat in a countdown fashion The clocks ticking rushing into love’s bite
His muscles taut and strained struggle to move the sack of coal from the gate to the coal shed. His arms ripple with effort until their strength fades out
If love can be as clear as crystal glass so shall my heart be opened like a book for there is not one thing that can surpass the love in me if she should care to look
My lovely island in the sea of life, a summer's night with her, my paradise, susurrus grasses calling end to strife, with shores resounding joys of love's advice
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An old name lies dead but I will never kill her that is not what this is about no, I’m not a princess in a white dress
With October nights drawing in Autumn arrives in gowns of gold Gathering apples for bobbin’
Like a dumb creature in a field I call So sad for my love lost in constrained thought Sub-conscious tears helplessly conscious While pitying eyes hold me and I’m caught Like a lamb in brambles of shame I fall
Wave PowerForm: Cyhydedd Hir She roars inner rageYet calmness her stageAnd wisdom of ageHer beauty is clear Not hidden by shameNor is she to blameChanging but sameDeep mystery near Her waters bring lifeAnd can ease the strifeWhen troubles are rifeFor thoughts ponder here Her waters bring deathTaking the last breathHer words shibbolethBut listen and hear … Continue reading Wave Power
Those crazy nights of sensual vision when I dream of you and those dreams appear in shades of blue when in the moonlight
Restless nights wrestling my empty dreams stars move; I stare into space On winds’ soft cry, sing me lullaby at last, I see the shape of your face.
Her hands in vice like grip wrap around my wrists my tendons throbbing as she holds
A kiss of warmth is not far away, the hope of life shall return with annual joy, Spring is born again, when daffodils bloom in garden urn.
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