Cross the Skies that Rain Starlight,
Dripping Moonbeams Upon my Door,
Casting Shadows, Ethereal Bright,
Tides Endlessly Caressing the Distant Shore.
Waking Hours Find me Dreaming,
Upon my Pillow I Cheat the Sun,
Drifting like a Comet Beaming,
Flying where No Others run.
Cascading Melodies Pour from the Sky,
Dispensing Logic into the Fray,
Silence Echoes, Soliciting Why?,
Spinning Eternity, Day by Day.
Beautiful artwork found at : http://www.space.desktopnexus.com
Love is only Contingent Upon
The Depth of the Heart feeling it,
The Willingness of the Spirit waiting for it,
And the Desire of the One Sharing it.
artwork found at : http://www.fedil.ukneeq.com and modified by ~Morgan~
On this Most Lovely, Most Picturesque Day,
I am more Thankful than I can Say;
So Dear Lord, I Gratefully Pray,
For all I take for Granted Day by Day:
For Family and Friends who Support and Love;
For Beloved Pets I’m always thinking of;
For, Simply, Running water, Fresh and Clean;
For A Soft Pillow and Bed where I may Dream;
For Tranquil Sleep filled with Peace, not Fear;
For Knowing You are Always Near;
For Work to do, though I may complain;
For Life that is (relatively) free from Pain;
For Loving me, though I Wander To and Fro;
For Sending Challenges so I May Grow;
For the Hungry, Lord, That I may Give,
Sharing My Blessing, so Others May Live;
For Weariness, Lord, So I may Rest,
In Your Presence, Where I am Blessed,
For All these things, and Infinitely More,
For Life in You, that is Eternally Secure.
Beautiful Quote and Photograph found at : http://www.favim.com
Alone Together, with You, My Love,
Blissful Perfection Fits like a Glove;
Listening to the Subtle Rain Fall,
My Hand, in Yours, Feeling so Small.
Precious Moments, Together with You,
Quietly Whispering; Emotions True;
Gently Laying our Masks Aside,
Pounding Hearts, Our Constant Guide.
Endless Hours We may Spend,
Hoping Constant Time will Bend;
Close Together Through the Hours,
Amid the Fragrant, Blooming Flowers
Of Our Love.
How May I Express in words
An Emotion so Tender and Devoted my Heart has never known?
How Shall I Perceive in sound
A Composition of such Magnificent Music I have never heard?
How Might my Eyes Detect
A Picture of Masculine Perfection they have never seen?
How would my Lips Sustain
The Breathtaking Caress of a Kiss they have never felt?
How will my Hand find Yours
Without the Guidance of my Senses
When You send them Reeling in all Directions
With Your Sweet Voice telling me You Love;
Your Exquisite Stare Entrancing Me;
Your Beautiful Hands Gently taking mine;
And the Touch of Your Perfect Lips?
You are the Vision I seek
When I close my eyes,
The Melody I sing
When I Revel with Sighs.
You are the Trance
I Dream when I Sleep,
The Shivers that Kiss me,
The Secret I Keep.
You are the Angel
The Sweet Intoxication
I never speak of.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Iardacil at Deviantart.
Dark Concerto, Spinning, Romancing,
Seductive, Pounding, Sulkily Entrancing;
Glowering in the Rouge Moonlight,
Courting Oblivion with Vapid Sight.
Empty my Heart to Simplistic Remedy,
With Twisting Thoughts too Dark to See,
And For an Intrinsic, Devilish Hour,
I Savor Your Tempting, Delirious Power;
Even as Daylight is Gallantly Spreading,
I Lure the Melancholy I am dreading.
Beautiful Image found on Pinterest
Lover, come, Unto my Heart,
With Zealous, Devoted Fire,
And Let me Never turn away,
O, Let me Never tire;
For in the Dappled Midnight Hour,
With Luminous Illusion,
Passion Seeks the Blushing Flower,
And All of its confusion.
Lover, Come, Unto my Spirit,
Gentle let Your Devotion Be,
Pour out Your Fervor, Moment by Moment,
Play my Desire like Symphony.
For as the Moonlit night Expands,
Your Piquant Charms I Eagerly Extol,
Caress my Senses with Your Loving Hands,
And Unmask My Blushing Soul.
Beautiful Original artwork by : Katarina Sokolova-Latans’ka
His eyes reflect the Colours of His Vivid Soul.
His Heart, unclaimed, Is ever my Goal.
His Hands are a Work of Priceless Art,
Breathtaking Perfection in Every part.
His Smile is Entrancing, Enwrapping Seduction,
Leading me, Always, to a Single deduction.
Irresistible in His Masculine Guile,
Dimples caress His Beguiling Smile;
His voice is Symphony; Masterful Sound,
Which makes me Gasp and my heart Pound.
His Body Abundance;
His Spirit Completeness,
Sweetness surrounding Sweetness.
Like a Pallet of Paint to Bedeck a barren canvas with depths otherwise unknown,
stand ready to unmask me.
Call I then upon their Potent Power
to Speak for me in tongues which I would otherwise be ignorant of
and let them spill out in Endless Fashion,
so that, by some means as I may be incapable of comprehending,
they tell the Secret Truth about my Heart of Hearts.
Listen, then, with an attentive ear so each word may Fulfill its Purpose.
Give over the haste of an accusing mind to the Power of these pawns,
Which now I use so incompetently to extricate myself.
There is a numbing silence
that parades around the inmost parts of me.
An acquiescence of spirit that, at times, threatens to undo me.
Murderous and suffocating in its heaviness of burden,
pain taunts my every fiber.
The shallowness of Love and it’s every Endeavor,
it’s every deception,
it’s every blaze of unbridled passion and confusions of ecstasy
spin my senses beyond my comprehension.
What is there, then, in this plan of existence we call reality
to give us any semblance of Meaning or Purpose?
How do we measure the challenge of continued breath
against the chaos of each beat of our Hearts?
There is an unquestionable merit to Patience, but I am yet to understand it.
Give me greed, hatred, or luckless ambition,
for in these tempestuous actions exists some concordance of logic,
but what of Love?
It does not give us any measure of profit,
it relinquishes no material gains;
yet we track it relentlessly.
It is belittling.
It is Empowering.
It is madness cast upon a writhing sea wherein there lies little Hope.
It is bitter, severing loneliness;
A place I run to where I might hide myself and from where I run to hide.
Still; I cannot hide.
Love is All I truly Long for, Hope for, Dream of.
It is the Apparition, the Mirage I witness all around and, yet, cannot Touch.
Each time I suppose myself to be attaining it,
Love vanishes into silvery nothingness,
only to reappear at the very limit of my perception.
Shall I, then, chase after it?
Or shall I sit down among the dry and dusty tumbleweeds
to wait out the drugery of yet another wearisome day?
Ever and Always, chasing the muse.
Endlessly desirous with Hope as Expectant within me as the Glorious Vision itself,
casting all my anticipation upon the one
Who is ever capable of combating all the ruthlessness of this bleak existence,
and in that Decisive Act of Irrevocable Trust,
I Behold the Potent Power of the Manifestation.
Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest
The Beat is Pounding,
The Pulse is Racing,
Lingering shadows, Suffused,
Upon the wall,
Secretly Waiting to Give My All.
While I’m Watching,
While I’m Pacing,
Whispers of Suggestion, Enthralled,
The Fabric of this Moment,
As it Falls,
Yearning, Unmasked, to Give my All.
Your Body is Moving,
Your Hands are Reaching,
The Driving Music, Echoing,
Our Hearts Unite,
Our Spirits Call,
Dancing Together, I Give my All.
Beautiful Photograph found at: http://www.auto0moto.blogspot.com
How Enchanting these Avowals could be
If I had Skill in articulating them of Thee.
How Stirring and Elegant that single Phrase
Would Comprise My Love, and Thy Endless Praise.
Yet I have not skill enough to Name
A single measure of the same;
For this Depth of Love, though I cannot Suppress,
Is more than I know or can ever Express.