Tag: Pantoum

Hollow Tainted Morn

Here in these hollow hours before morn In vain I scream out your dear name But there is no answer for you’ve gone I’m left alone with this grief all the same In vain I scream out your dear name While I ponder how…

What Ifs

While the sun shines much too harsh today As I wallow alone in this secluded roomThe dying rose holds luscious perfume at bay For there’s to be no joy in this present gloom As I wallow alone in this secluded room I ponder ‘what…

Mighty Gabriel

Mighty Gabriel cloud in peach sherbet skyKissing goodnight to the sinking sunWhen waxing moon shines, rising on nighMourning for the glorious day is over, done

With Briefest Brush of Lips

With briefest brush of lips upon my tender cheekCool fingers trace a path down to my racing pulse I know your true intent, the hot release you seekWith a silver touch creating your desired results

Desire is a Slow Ember

Desire is a slow ember glowing, burning Igniting flames to illuminate black night Their need dangerous wanting, yearning For that which is gone from tender sight Igniting flames to illuminate black night Two souls craving the fiery touch of another For that which is…

The Stars Are Prisoners In Your Eyes

For the stars they are prisoners in your eyes While luscious lips hold me a captive Our dancing shadows in gold candlelight In your warm arms, I am enraptured

Sunset Hunt

As fiery sun sinks low in bronze tinted sky a rush and flurry of wings take flight when the earth takes a breath, heaves a sigh Time to rest as nature prepares for night

Seed

In dew kissed morning hours tiny cottoned seed takes flight lands among Spring’s wildflowers seeking sun’s resplendent light.

Life Energy

Embrace life energy with intent let honeyed elixir wash over soul be not afraid or filled with lament the nectar will heal, make you whole.

Suddenly

Suddenly the gossamer veil slips Between other worlds and reality My psychedelic imagination trips As I peer through the finest filigree.

Passion

Our passion haunts my dreams during endless ebony nights quivering murmurs and pleas as our souls yearn to take flight.

Afraid

The villagers scream Run, be sorely afraid! Though not a charming beast to hold and love When knights heft their mighty steel blades She peers into his eyes, sees the soul of a dove

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