Posted on 01/28/2004 9:53:03 PM PST by Soaring Feather
In the crucible of love again
how could I hold in it
not tell you of the glowing love
I hold for you?
Can a peacock hide its many feathered eyes?
Can a rose hide its bloom?
Did serendipity kiss me again a fool
brush my face with her feather of phantom love
start my heart singing out love songs for you
and cupid pierce my heart to mock me?
Does she bring only pain or does this pain
mingling with the joy I feel to become a
golden apple of love that I must work for...
You are my golden apple, my peacock, my angst,
my joy, my sorrow, my night, my day,
my ceremony in candle light and ashes, my trial by fire..
My love light burns for you...
Oh walker of the stars
painter of night skies
caresser of magic paint my colors red, for love
purple for unbridled, unashamed passion,
green for growing, lavender for soft, blue for bliss,
brown for dying, black for death...
Paint it all that I may see the entire painting and longingly
burn in the crucible of loves trying fire...
Are there enough tears to dampen the fire to see your face
through a lover eyes? I don't know...
bentfeather ©
02/2003
But now...
I feel the passing whisp
of feather ice on my skin
I hear the ghosting whisper
of promised warmth on my ear
I taste the teasing dimpling of my lip,
as you press yours, fleeting, passing, to mine.
I, like you,
await but the season's turn,
for when the frost recedes,
love shall surely not.
I walk to you,
hoping to soothe away your desperate longing
but urgency commands me, too.
Faster comes the rushing arms,
the hurrying gathering embrace,
we collide with a clinging gasp,
gulping air between sobs
of joy and need.
My arms and hands move over you,
reassuring, confirming you're there
your arms fasten you to me,
muffled tears in the hollow of my neck
until the moment's fires bank,
and your head moves your eyes near mine,
and I see your love shining to me
and I kiss your tears away.
Out of the black ice
and grey dust
A universe rises
A place of serenity, peace,
Warmth, loving, trust and hope...
Sojourner solace
golden friendship and respect
a mist sounds of mystical music
creative forces endowed to us
perfection in an imperfect world
Blessed by twilight hours
of dusk meeting dawn
candles of ceremony lighted
In innocence of new and perfect
waiting in robed beauty
anxious but tattered in years
stained by shed tears of a million years
from a mud hens' haunts
to a Bird of Paradise plumage
of spectacular splendor
Universe Rising
bentfeather © 2003
Or maybe, I do.
I Will Not Let Us Die
Do dreams come true?
Or would what I call the trumpet of success
really be the laughter of the gods?
Love is pain mixed with indescribable joy
despite my desolation, I carry on.
Can dreams come true?
Some days I am rueful, others simply sad
It's more than just "the one that got away".
What escaped me was my life, my joy, my all.
The one who heals me was the one who wounded.
Do dreams come true?
I know I am to forgive the hurt you caused
And smile as love's knife pierces my soul.
But I've done more, not only forgiven all,
my love for you now far surpasses then.
Will dreams come true?
Am I a fool to keep wanting you
When my life simply waits for your heart?
Its safe return is all my heart desires.
Oh, wayward one, I long for your touch!
Dreams must come true.
For if they fail, it's not worth striving,
not worth the cost of love's pain.
My dream will not die, you will not subside...
I will not let us die.
My dreams live on.
Are there enough tears to dampen my fire?
I weep for you daily, I long for your touch
But my fire will never, ever turn to ash
Carefully, lovingly, passionately tended,
I will not let us die.
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