-When God Remembered Me-
Let there be nothing more,
then peace for the soul,
who hears the evensong,
of the resting earth,
nestled soft against,
the beacon of stars,
which guide her to the realm,
where all stars are slumbering,
under a herald of heart.
and night enfolding still.
~March 06, 2006~
-Toward A Thirsty Sky-
Rain falls soft,
On petals unknown of the soul,
It causes a thought,
To form as water traces along the lines,
Of a dark plum tree with its buds,
Outward and reaching,
Toward a thirsty sky,
Gentle in hue and welcoming
It has been in the view,
Of my eyes here and before-
Yet I mistook its beauty
As usual and beholding.
Yet it is there,
In its simple gesture.
It is quiet,
Giving and tender.
Speak nothing,
Of the graces presented,
Before one in the understanding of nature,
It can ask nothing,
But to be beautiful as is,
Hence, love
So can prevail.
~March 02, 2006~
-Shadows Befall-
A step into the unknown,
Is only a breath away.
What was hidden is revealed,
And misgivings suddenly fade.~
The uncertainty is forgotten,
And for once the unfamiliar,
Can no longer make you afraid.
~March 01, 2006~
-Understanding- (from 'In A Square' 1985/1986)
Understanding is what,
Everyone needs,
An emotion so close to love,
So close you can amost catch it,
In the palm of you hands.
Hold it for a while,
It satisfies our lives,
For one moment,
Our troubles will be solved,
A certain fufillment,
To make those changes,
In our lives,
That we couldn't of made,
Without this craving,
Calming our souls,
Letting us sleep at night,
And carry on hardships,
In our way.
-S. Graham,1986.-
~ February 14, 2006~
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I look in your eyes and see what I know.
The light is inside of you,
Gods eternal flow.
~ February 13, 2006~
-incandescent-
From the held,
We gather the small fragments,
Of life our past scatterings,
Laid below our feet.
Like an infliction
unmending.
It is until we hold,
The light of love's grace,
The belief in the faith.
To journey,
Inward;
the beauty of a soul's strength.
Outward;
the strength of the spirits endurance.
To the center of heart's effulgent
Held in our palms,
She spoke of forgiveness in words small,
Broken,
And timidly listening,
Watched the flame,
Of our intertwined hearth,
Burn the shadows of past away,
It is this,
Softly embered incandescent,
From the held,
We gather love
And kept it's light remembering.
"It is a gift."
She said,
She spoke sweetly..
The words stars in the unfaded night's sonnet.
~February 06, 2006~
-Poetica-
Poet bend your silhouette,
Amongst the requiem of night,
Become the shadow,
Which can laugh in a whisper.
"We here now .
"No more ghost of age,
To let us flee from sun's glisten.
Poet,
Let your eyes fall,
On the face created from love,
Does your heart know purity now,
Weaken by the strength of the emotion,
Which can befall tears from eye.
Poet,
Made the beauty of day,
Held the hand outward,
Amidst soul's mending,
Walked beside you,
Remembered the ode of heart,
Placed the palm near the soul.
"We are here now."
'We are here now..........."
~ February 02, 2006~
-The Fragments Of Whom Contain-
Breath -
The wind deplores,
The rest
Settled in by the serene of day,
Gone as one's mistakes undone.
Forgive the self,
The mind seeks a souls understanding,
Turning to her in my thoughts shadow,
Place hands outward in imploring gesture;
Here only moonlight knows the soft damage
Of autumn leaves fallen,
Of hues of crimson at your feet.
Will I stand still
My Soul?
At the broken reminder of this,
Of this malaise in my eyes.
Damn the heart!
For letting visions twist and mock me here..
Spirit.
My guise of reason at fault rendered,
Cigarette in hand,
remain I real this night;
The dark my brethren of truth -
Knowing she sleeps,
knowing she still loves;
The fragments of whom contain.
Only to give the self,
If to know the language of forgiveness,
These tramples will release,
The tenderest of butterflies,
To ignite the dark with iridescence.
~ January 31, 2006~
-Anent-
Renewal
Life sought it meaning,
In my palms of search,
And outward reach,
And love given selflessly,
Has show that it is written,
Of two souls becoming poets,
In the fable of love's,
Jovian's lore.
It is written.
It is written.
-Anew-
For every wrong,
That has faltered my course,
You are the right,
Which had naught,
Lead me astray.
For every fear,
That has tainted a vision,
You are my courage of self.
For every disbelief,
Which had be darkened,
My souls plea,
You are herald which fortunes,
My hope in life's abundance.
~ January 28, 2006~
-Sangious Evensong-
Sleeping beside the obloquy's poet,
2:40 am,
a candle seeks it's death:
In the plight of your dream.
Slow breathing,
Perhaps the moons learns of her slumbering,
Where the labyrinths of reposing,
Remembers the calm sought,
Of your silent silhouette,
Burn on the walls of the memory.
Are the dreams fluent?
And ever flowing as the heart which stirs,
The compassion of your lucid nature,
In the eyes unto tonight's remembrances.
I can only weave,
The picturesque beatification,
Let me become the seeker,
Of an unconscious truth,
At how loved is she,
The dreamer of my eyes beholding,
Keep safely the soul unmeasured,
And find morning,
Kissing sunlight unto Hestia's hearth
And into the eyes of a woman,
Who found her home,
By the resting.Arisen by a poet's words
Becomes cleansed in her chrysalis.
~ January 27, 2006~
-Ever So-
And in the beautiful design,
Created by the water drops,
Which fall prey unto the earth,
A motion of the sky line,
Crying magnificently,
For the completeness,
Of love's reign.
How the heaven betokens,
For such love,
Sighted in the eyes of two,
Lover's held strong.
For the storm remains,
Parting,
The ether weeps,
At the beauty of our love,
And time knows no bounds,
As the traces of rain drops,
Do descend,
Ever so -
~ January 24, 2006~
-Luminaire-
Given to love's requisite,
We shall not be broken,
From the heaven's,
Reunify of fallen beauty,
Which halos our heart with a brilliance,
It could blind the majesty eyes of the radiant.
Then,
lift the canopy of sky...
Open -
And enter the realm of reverencing light,
No one surrounds us here,
Humanity slips into slumber,
As esprit's entwine,
In the bedazzlement of stars,
Of infinities claiming new millenniums,
In a universe of million,
We only remain here,
The silence of the city,
Quiet,
the speaking of two hearts;
United by nature's rhythm alone,
Then night,
Then night,
Be still.....
~ January 23, 2006~
-Morning,My Beloved-
With the morning rising,
A sunset longs to join,
The quest of light upon earth,
The scattered dream shaken,
From the searching eyes,
Of my beloved.
Where she will remain safe,
In the coming dawn's bless,
Let her heart remain,
In the moment of resplendence,
As the gold of the slumber taken,
From her beautiful reposing,
Gives breath to my heart's bound.
May she seek the illumination,
In the passion of my soul,
From my hands reaching forth,
In the vision of indigo soft,
Where day begins with tender words,
Grasping the beauty of a new sunset.
Where love is essence of unity,
Merged in the brilliance of a beginning,
Two souls hands reach,
Amongst the canopy of a hope,
Find themselves awakening whole,
From the cerulean dream borne,
In the days of my life's measured,
Of her caress in my soul,
How I know the light of home,
In her love,sweet dawn rendered.
May I never know a sunset given as this,
as this second pondered -
Begin to grow lighter,
And shine as brightly,
As the first light of day,
Her name became my life.
~ January 21, 2006~
-Of What Longing Begot-
Emotion is pure hues,
Behind the essence of yearn,
Where the soul returns,
To the gesture of yesterday.
Eyes set in montage day dream,
Where words betokens all,
In the time of silence,
Free the palms,
Search for crimson,
It is language of heart,
Which finds one here.
Kalidescope becomes,
The color of my being.
Forgive not love,
Given in a spirit's glee,
It was the shaken dance,
Of thought and mind,
Together remembering,
The movements,
Of what longing begot.
~ January 20, 2006~
-Spiritium-
From here the morning is still,
No leaves remain on the earth's floor,
To be kidnapped by the January wind,
Release in the captive embrace of nature,
To be carried toward the dawn's divide.
From this thought,
The palette of sunset,
Marries the magenta and scorched tangerine,
In a painting only created by the glorious.
Forget not the beckoning.
Of quiet hues blending into a vision,
Seldom vision can cast eyes unto.
It is beautfiul to be living,
The dream of the past,
Remains scattered,
Fragments redeemed here.
But the poet is here,
Humble and listening,
Watching the world unfold,
It's gentle and giving hands,
And granting the soul a poem,
In the momentum's bless.
~January 18, 2006~
-Miseria -
"Nothing,nothing."
Forbearance of words and silenced.
Tainted they fall before feet,
Twisted,
gnarled into distort,
Mishap shapes at the undreamer's delight.
Cannot I;
Slow the hands,
From covering the eyes,
To not see the desolation,
Of self, holding
Flesh so near
Almost death,
To feel a weakness.
Shamed at my need for life?
While fingers have aged to bone,
It is not the same to be ancient,
Bending in unfortunate,
To be a child tonight,
A moment before,
The words fade.
January 16, 2006
-Aurora's Meridian-
Let sleep be given,
To the evensong,
As perhaps,
A fallen opalence feather,
Fallen from wings tips flight.
Unconscious in the soujourn,
Of none the more a mind's cease,
Memory will not forsake the need,
To purify the thought of search,
As eyed lids rested plight.
Find me in the breakage,
Of light's asunder,
And cimmerian's lear,
The tapestry of morning,
To find the gift of dawn,
In the unspoken reflected.
~January 14, 2006~
-Story In Changeling-
Full moon faded,
Another story in changeling,
Clouds which swift,
Unfound in the laughter of insomnia.
Drive me though the wind now,
To the depths of dreams enlacing,
Where the mind collapses,
Into fleeting release.
Flow my emotion of tranquility,
With calm sought in the arms,
Of dusk azure and twilight,
Caught tender unto the stars unlit.
Wept she has,
Before the earth,
Molten the out reaching,
Created only of flesh,
To die in the faith of love,
The fate of dying for the heart,
To know of the wisdom,
In the rapture of Eros promise.
Erato!
Erato!
Has the tree of giving,
Fallen so humbly at the feet,
A timber of broken bough,
No longer the substainer of life.
Sing,
so sing:
Give me the promise of nature,
To enter the land of love's grown.
Be, I; the bent willow
shaking sorrow's glee,
In her limbs of mirth,
In her branches of strength and renewal.
The seed is living,
Sacred water,my beloved.
My dear,
dear beloved.
Full moon faded,
Another story in changeling,
Clouds which swift,
Unfound in the laughter of insomnia.
~January 12, 2006 ~
-Solitude Rendering-
When the stillness,
Of shadow partakes in the gleam,
Of candle light embracing,
The absolute quietude.
Do not condemn stygian mind,
To mold with the alighted,
The righteous to hold palm;
Steady on book,
To turn the faint page,
As word burn the flame,
As wick holds the light.
These noble truths,
Be not in vain,
To muse in solace,
Be they not in vain,
To find essence of the self.
~January 11, 2006~
-Idyllic Chalice of Heart-
One finds beauty,
In the meekness,
In the giving,
Of self to another.
What gifts I have to offer,
Lay them before your feet,
Marvel at the treasure,
The coffer of love's offering,
Shall we drink once more,
From the chalice of adoration,
From the idyllic chalice of heart,
To never find ourselves,
Quenching,
or of thirst.
How vast the sea!
How immense the profound,
Strength of our might!
Which given to us -
Is drenched in the waters,
Of love's faith.
Parched,
You have let me softly sip,
From your soul's goblet,
And famish none the more,
From the beauty of a belief in me,
Exalted!!!
Become the small voice of a poet,
Who writ of such delight,
In her overflowing abundance.
~January 10, 2006 ~
-Hold The Jubliee Of This Light-
When the nights,
Had forlorned tears ,
Upon your sweet face of sorrow.
Come near!
I will hold you in my soul,
Where the blanket of my love,
Will compassion the fears and ails.
When the world has bestowed,
It's weariest of calamties,
Unto your face of beauty,
I will wipe the tears,
With fingertips of gentle,
of love.
Love does not deny the heart!
Can the infinities hear the silence,
Of one lost,
searching,
seeking..
Come near!
Hold the jubilee of this light,
A lantern of illumination,
Find comfort in my side.
Walk with me -
And together the dusk,
Will grant us the moment
Of sunlight rejoicing..
Come near!
My heart..
Come near!
~January 09, 2006~
-For It Be-
When you seems to forget,
The small gesture of love inscribed,
Upon the lips of dawn,
Remember the heart that
Lets you hold your breath,
And never to be selfish,
Is the sharing of love itself,
Pure and floating in the notion,
That you are blessed.
Breath in it's grace,
Let the morning be the guide,
To all the significant motions,
Showing you how truly loved,
We all are under a glorious sight,
For it be
It remains in a lifetime measured.
-In Darkened Room Of Sighs-
For I beseech you-
My love,
How could not palms,
Desire the tenderest of scented skin,
Of life's everlasting kiss,
Still felt after the many hours,
Your presence leaves an imprint,
In the hands of open.
Fill them,
With your life,
Collapsing into mine,
As the midnight hours have so shared,
Between us in darkened room of sighs..
Then,come..
Walk to the depth of me,
The truest of blood which stains my viens,
The purest of heart,
Which seeks your name.
Another cigarette burns,
Another cup of coffee to somber lips.
You not near,
The book of my life,
Seems to strange the words,
The taint of black and white,
Another language, slight
Looking at my hands,
Quite small, fraile..cold.
"Not here.."
The mind beguilded.. implores,
And moonliight leaves,
Shadows clean,
Where my eyes close,
Dwell to think..
"Not here..."
"But here".
A heart beats slow..
-Once Beautiful Woman-
Once beautiful woman,
Laid her hands,
Upon my bedsheets,
Avow oubilette dreams,
Days of candelestine,
A desuetude gesture,
A poetic phrase of love.
For she is not a dream now,
She is love,
she is beauty,
My night,My dusk,
My twilight,
My moonlit nightingale,
Held in my arms awakened.
-Only When The Soul-
If one is to thirst,
Wanting life without measure,
Of time bent backward,
As wind blowing slow on labored mends,
Then I have quenched the emotion,
Of all need,
Of all knowing.
When the only soul,
Knows of love,
A vision of splendance captured,
In the eyes of aquamarine.
Was it looking at sea?
At solitude?
At questions?
The echo is voiceless..
Then..
Then..
the self reminds me here,
For no longer am I alone.
Found patience in the yearning,
For love to find it's sweetest of graces,
To descend on spirit,
Looked into the eyes of glorious,
And found you there.
Cloaked in light,
As wondourous and rejoicing!
Thus a white rose..
Forbades it's beautiful petals,
To majestic sunlight,
And blooms in jubliant hues.
