~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ VIII

January 29, 2004 | bentfeather, Poets of The Dragon Flies' Lair

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[Colonel_Flagg]

And a fine good morning to you, too! I'm a little bummed that I was too tired to dance last night, but standing on the sidelines isn't such a bad thing from time to time.

-29 last night, -22 as of 10 o'clock here. Good day to stay inside and survive.

[Colonel_Flagg]

And good morning to you as well! Being frozen solid is definitely hampering my writing. :)

[Old Sarge]

Any man who knows ASL is a FRiend of mine...

[Soaring Feather]

The Crucible of Bitter Sweet Love

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

[Old Sarge]

< chokevoice > I must respond...

[Old Sarge]

I stand upon the edge
of an ice-coated field,
where grass and flowers bloom
and grow at the appointed time.

The ice is a reminder, all about me,
of ruined flights of romance,
wreckage of fragile wings,
holding aloft a weight too great for then.

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.

[Old Sarge]

I can feel all you feel
bursting through the distance
and wrapping, enfolding, beckoning me
to fly to your arms!

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.

[snippy_about_it]

I'm still fighting this cold and I've been really tired too. Hurry up springtime!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Sounds like you and I need to converse, good sir!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Feather, this is absolutely magnificent. I'll stand down while Old Sarge does his work - but this is special.

[Colonel_Flagg]

You poor thing .. winter is hard enough without being sick on top of it.

On a happier note, I'm getting a little stronger each day and may even try for a half-day of work on Monday. Here's hoping - there's a ton on my desk, so I am told.

[Old Sarge]

MYYYeeaaahhhh, could be...

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You Colonel. Please feel free to write-the more the merrier. :-)

[Colonel_Flagg]

This one's going to take a little time. As you know I tend to do a lot of writing on the spur of the moment but I'll want to work a little more slowly here. :)

[Soaring Feather]

Oh sure, Colonel that's fine. Sometimes I can knock the poetry out like running water, then other times I have a dry well.

[Soaring Feather]

Universe Rising

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

[snippy_about_it]

Wow. I like this one Sarge. You and feather are having quite a dance today.

[snippy_about_it]

I'm glad to hear you are getting stronger, but don't over do it. No lifting remember. ;-)

[Old Sarge]

Thank you. I honestly don't know where all this is coming from.

Or maybe, I do.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Did serendipity kiss me again a fool

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.