It is alright, you can come on in. Sit down here beside me and listen to the whisper, free as a butterfly battling the wind. We'll dip down into the hollow share the moments of the day, take off to the mountains with each season that comes into play. I'll share a few of the secrets from winter till the first of spring and collect a few more to share on rainy days when there is nothing else to do but dream.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Upon His Heart
If only these whispers
would fall upon his heart,
a thousand times a thousand
I have loved you from the
start.
The ache is unimaginable
I could not describe it if I tried
that mountains would distance
with the help of time.
Would it even matter?
Would you understand?
that I fell powerless
to my owns demands.
If only these whispers
would fall upon your heart,
a thousand times a thousand
I have loved you from the
start.
would fall upon his heart,
a thousand times a thousand
I have loved you from the
start.
The ache is unimaginable
I could not describe it if I tried
that mountains would distance
with the help of time.
Would it even matter?
Would you understand?
that I fell powerless
to my owns demands.
If only these whispers
would fall upon your heart,
a thousand times a thousand
I have loved you from the
start.
Monday, January 25, 2016
moments in your arms
The feel of silk,
the touch of your heart
the moment our souls
united together.
Cast in the blue
as treasure behold,
when the heavens
embraced the
story untold.
the touch of your heart
the moment our souls
united together.
Cast in the blue
as treasure behold,
when the heavens
embraced the
story untold.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Take My Hand...You Already Have My Heart
January... it has never been one of my favorite months. If I didn't know better I would think it is night 24 hours a day. Which gives me way to much time for Intimate whispers. There is no doubt experience builds character. Kind of like the song ...the good , the bad and the ugly.
Enough for my theatrical moment, oh wait ...No poetry without Drama.
Ashes to the wind,
yesterday is gone,
but my heart weary
still caught up in song.
Hanging to a memory
troubled as it may be,
have to keep on moving
not lull within a dream.
~
Love is not in how much one can care
it is the magic that ignites when the love is mutual.
~
I could be consumed with hate...but I wouldn't get to far. \~
Grandpa on willy wonka had a cool thing going on...I thought about living in bed, but well that means I would be existing not living...gets out of bed.
Intimate whispers shhhhh.....My heart speaks of passion, whispers of desire, craving in your absence ...
Enough for my theatrical moment, oh wait ...No poetry without Drama.
Ashes to the wind,
yesterday is gone,
but my heart weary
still caught up in song.
Hanging to a memory
troubled as it may be,
have to keep on moving
not lull within a dream.
~
Love is not in how much one can care
it is the magic that ignites when the love is mutual.
~
I could be consumed with hate...but I wouldn't get to far. \~
Grandpa on willy wonka had a cool thing going on...I thought about living in bed, but well that means I would be existing not living...gets out of bed.
Intimate whispers shhhhh.....My heart speaks of passion, whispers of desire, craving in your absence ...
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