Hush My Love,
This Passion hears Your Voice,
Whispers from the mists
Of my Unhastened Choice,
Union and Perfection
In Blissful Reverie
Of You Remembering
The Memory Of Me;
Passion Blending Ingenuously,
As words collide and Gently Caress;
This moment Poised upon the Sweet Aggress
Of All we Are in All we may Be,
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Zorica Joy
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
I would otherwise be ignorant of, and let them Spill Out in Endless Fashion
That, by some means as I may be incapable of,
Tell the Secret Truth about my Heart of Hearts.
Listen, then, with an Attent ear so each word may Fulfill its Purpose.
Give over the Admiration of an accusing mind to the Power of these pawns,
Which now I use so grossly to Unfold myself
And Muse upon this Dilemma, so Beguiling of nature.
There is a numbing silence,
Which 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 Confusion of Ecstasy,
Spin my senses Beyond my comprehension.
What is there, Then, in this simple 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 that I am yet to Understand.
Give me Greed, hatred, or luckless ambition, for by these meager actions
Exists a sense of reason, but what of Love?
It does not give us any Measure of Profit,
Yet we track it as relentlessly as we pursue revenge.
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,
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 heat of yet another wearisome day?
Ever and Always, Chasing the Muse.
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 Manifestation.
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My Love is Waiting,
My Love Lingers,
Near to You,
My Love Abides,
Never saying Adieu,
I Belong Only With You.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Barbara Florczyk
How this Heart Longs for Thy Tender Touch!
Bejeweled Night in All her Splendour
Lays as fallow, barren dust
In comparison to Thy Most Gentle Caress!
How this Heart heaves in Sighs for Thy Lingering Gaze!
The Depths of Calypso’s Resplendent Abyss
Are but transitory shoal,
Beside the Majesty of Thy most Fleeting Glance!
Oh Most Protracted Sigh,
And tell of this poor Heart’s Sweet Longing,
Beguiled and Unbending
To the Ravages of Inopportune Time,
Hold Fast, Sweet Longing!
Hold Fast and Keep Thy Measure
Knowing This Hour of forlorn division
Is but one Ephemeral Moment,
Compared to the Eternity of Thy Love
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Breathtaking Music: Lament by Patrick Cassidy
You Are for Me,
I am For You,
Is Ever True;
Waiting cannot Shake
The Strength of my Conviction,
You are Love,
You are Desire,
You are My Heart’s
Through this Portal of Time,
Singing Sweetly Our Rhyme!
Beautiful Original Artwork By: Lauri Blank
Oh Most Welcome Love
How the hours have spilled in soundless percussion
Amid the flickering candlelight of my Vigil;
How the indigo of velvet midnight paled in dreary gray
Amongst the whispering tides of my Dreams;
How the Radiant luster of shimmering daytide fell in hollow, vacuous pools
Within the echoing wasteland of my Expectation
Oh Most Welcome Love!
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In the Vast congregation of Incorporeal Time,
These Dreams have shifted,
Filtering from Eternity like Shards of Glass,
And Heaven on both sides of me
Seems to Pass,
While I, Standing,
Neither Late, nor Too Soon,
Behold the Sweet Splendor Of the Face of the Moon.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: by-masKade
By Morning’s Jocund Light,
When Midnight, Sleeping, Hides her Veiled Gaze,
And All the Larks in Beauteous Gardens and Blithe canopies of Viridian,
Sing to the Blessed Heavens with Lusty Peals and Vigor;
My Bleary Gaze,
Which Watches through Sweet Floods of tears as Life Persists,
Belies the Droll humour of my Lips
That in Laughing and Light Revelry makes such Misery
As this Heart would, else, endlessly cry, False.
Beautiful Original Photograph found at: trailwind216.blogspot.com . Thank You to the Original Photographer.
If Love Doth Speak
In the Sweetest Language Of its own,
‘Tis then in Honesty
That it speaks to me,
To my Heart,
With Tremors of Breath,
And Shudders of Pleased Delight;
Yet never let it Cease to Whisper,
Lest I be unable to Breathe
By its Loss.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Cindy Grundsten
In this Soft Hour,
By which Light no Shadows fall
To Kiss the Silver Moonlight of my sorrow.
Alone, tis naught but my own Memory which Speaks,
Of Days long past that lie in Wait before me,
Yet by this Hollow Light,
Which Shimmers like true Spectres of the Silken darkness,
And Dances in bleak jibes before me,
This Heart and this Fair Memory Cries out in like Fair Hecuba.
In this Soft Hour,
By which no Light claims the weakness of my Heart,
I tarry ‘neath the Glimmer of one failing candle
And call out,
Out into the shifting tides of murky darkness swimming hence before me,
Gilded by the Glamour of far distant Lights,
Like remembrances peering down from Sweetest Heaven,
And Pierce this empty vale with acutest Hearing,
Longing for the Nearer Sound of Your Fair Voice,
Then how it Sings but now,
So Far From Me.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Iardacil at Deviantart
Whisper into my Memory
Things I scare Remember, But You See.
Tall in Wisdom, yet frail of heart,
This Memory is binding and keeps its start
Far closer than any temporal Imagining,
While I Listen for the sound of my Spirit Speaking.
Teach me of the Time that is past,
Of bygone eras that failed to Last,
While in the Sharp Erudite Stare of the world,
I am but chaff upon the wind unfurled,
Blow in directions unseen or unheard,
As Poignant as unspoken word,
Yet, as I drift upon that Breeze,
I Touch the face of all Realities.
Closer in Thought than in Spectral Being,
More distant in Musing than the Starlight Fleeting,
I Stand Amidst shadows, Stretching out my hand,
Seeking Yours, though I barely Understand,
Certain I shall Find You, in spite of all the shouting,
The Ambiguous Fear of pragmatic doubting,
That clatters into my Aspiring Hopes,
The Towering Precipice with jagged slopes.
Yet When I look upon You I See,
You are Quiet, Deliberate Certainty,
The Breath of wind Caressing my cheek,
Like Sweet rain that falls, which All Life Seeks.
You Are the Soul that Waits inside me,
Watching, Lingering, never to chide me,
Gallant in All You do not say,
Gentle as the Sunset’s Igniting spray
Upon the Evening’s blustering tide,
Where, upon Twilight’s Sigh I Glide,
My Dreams Unfurled as a swans’ great wings,
Listening, Enchanted, while the nighttide Sings,
Dancing into the dark of night,
Waiting For You,
My Only right.
Written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly #Writephoto #WritingPrompt
Thanks Sue for Such a great prompt that truly Inspired!
Across the Expanse I call,
Emotion crying from the Darkness,
So Close to You
In Heart, In Thought,
In Passions Mirroring in so many ways,
A Ripple in the dimness stretching from my Heart to Yours,
Across the Expanse,
Like Colour a-play on a swelling tide,
Dancing in the Light of Promise,
Where One is rent in Twain,
Twain exist in Pain,
Beautiful Original Artwork by Igor Zenin
In this Chasm of Darkest Night
Where All my Love Sings in swoons and Sighs,
Where the Hallow Echo of what used to Be,
Waits among the Shades and deep pitch of Night,
Whispering to my Soul,
Like the mournful wail of forgotten Time.
Braced against the Loneliness of this place,
I draw the deepest Breath,
For Time to Remember Us.
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Beautiful Original Photograph by: E Brusidar Portrait at Deviantart
Beautiful Music by Hans Zimmer