Long Ago - Far Away
Topic: Mists of Poetry

Long Ago - Far Away

 

There was a voice

That you could not love but at first sight

 

Preconceived visions of what love would be

When the body burns with desire

To seek

What stirs, the sensation...

To find

Who is that, whom sires

The calling

Which is felt, by yearning

The echo

How it hints, of memory

At night

When shadows blend, light glistens

Until the flourishing inception

 

Luring

Translucent visions

Within dreamed disarray

By which

Ecstasy eluded verbiages

Among placid images

Impaled upon the mind

 

There was a feeling

That washed over like the breath of a lover

 

Premature fantasy of what passion would be

When bodies would touch

Beset

Beside each other

With nerves ignited in impulse

Murmuring

The secrets of the soul

Poured out like ambrosic mist

Caressing

The skin of the spirit

Adoring the notion of thoughts

Beseeching

The indulgence of sensuous

Senseless emotion

 

Searching

Through the sight

By whispered words

Until the illusion

Of love

Is realized

Or fades away

 

There was a touch

That heralded the waking of destiny

 

Premonition of unknown meaning

When hearts tinge upon obsession

Mischievous

Banter woven between poetic gestures

With the simplicity of Eskimo snow

Mysterious

Camaraderie bubbling betwixt the chosen ones

United into a mass of volcanic crystallization

Mystified

By the grand design of hidden treasure

A life’s journey may yield

 

Discovering

Anticipation of tomorrow

In hand with

Joys of today

Waiting

To create

Yesterday

 

Long ago

Far

Away

The reply

Came

Love is love

Not fade away

 

 

© 2004 Rosebud

My Body Burns
Topic: Mists of Poetry

My body burns

From a basking sun of midsummer

Seeing within your eyes

A truth that you did not hide

While alone in a haunted prairie

Being able to run nowhere

Without the feeling

Spiraling amidst the tempest

Bowing the blades of sweet grass

And swaying the wild flowers

From side to side

As they nestle against the posts

No voices were heard

Only the buzzing of bees

As they mold their hives

In the distant trees

While the birds soar freely

As they glide upon the winds above

Here on the range the horizon appears vast

Where the setting and rising

Of the moon, sun and stars

 Voyage across the canopy

 

 

© 2004 Rosebud

It Is
Topic: Mists of Poetry

This is what is never known

It is what can only be experienced

it's the sensation of truth

of wholeness, of peace

it is completeness of being

 

it's not known

it's not knowledge

it is

 

it is the moments

it is sincerity beyond the physical world

it is beyond understanding

and is understood

 

it is shared by all

and cherished when with few

 

it is spirit

beyond soul

and with soul

it is heart

beyond emotion

it is life

beyond living

 

it's not forgotten

there are times

when it's missed

there's no mistaking

when it's felt

when it is

© 2005 Rosebud

Cherishing One Another
Topic: Mists of Poetry

Of your presence

Within the calling of desire

If I could only weep

And shed you from my mind

But it would only

Cause the seed planted

Within my heart to grow

To be happy

My heartaches

To find you dare

All odds

To bar sensibility

And run with me

To a world of our own design

Disclosed to each other

Far from any other

With prying eyes

And pluck the creation

Unfolded before you

To open yourself

And allow all of you

To flow with me

To fill the chalice of our making

Drinking deeply

The essence of our souls

Whispering the secrets of our being

Until all is known

Between the unity of spirit

And the sharing of two hearts

Of two minds

Of two bodies

Of two lives

Intertwined in the purity

Of trust

Of truth

Of love

Together bound to happiness

To tenderness

To passion

To honesty

Cherishing one another

© 2005 Rosebud

A Joyous Moment of Serenity
Topic: Mists of Poetry

The night all the stars aligned just right

Framing the moon strolling the blacken sky

The heavens cried for beauty

And slivers of dust twinkled upon the earth

 

The day all the stars aligned just right

Hidden from the suns burning light

The earth cried for beauty

And seeds sprang forth upon the heavens

 

Gazing upon the dark, black sky in a silent hour

To the infinity of the mind

The eyes of the moment opened to all there was to see

Slowly the shadowy veil receded to revealed a single glow

 

To the awning of the night sky

Over the crest of the horizon, the glowing warmth

 Breeched through the darkness with an amber glow

Hinting the hues of soft aster and flowering cornel blossoms

 

The lion’s teeth penetrating the night

As the soft breathe of the wind

Scatters the seeds of wishes

About the moonshine with small glistening specks

A joyous moment of serenity 

In the Morning Light
Topic: Mists of Poetry

In the soft light

Of the warm embrace

The breath caressing

Over the shoulders

And I hear the whispering in my ear

A sweet tender

Voice

Heard many a morn

Whispering from

The depth of the heart

Stroking the strands of hair

From my eyes

Tender finger tips

Graze cross my cheek

Carnation light

Glows

Through the curtains

The arms surround

In the warmth

Of the embrace

Cherished

Far before

The waking sound

Of early birds

As the peering dawn

Bids the sleepless night

In dew drops

A peaceful rest

More Than Words Can Say
Topic: Mists of Poetry

More than words can say

More than the touch of you

Standing still in the moment

The heart stops beating

The breath slips away

Lost in the golden field

Lost in a shining center

Of universe

 

More than any bare soul

More than the whisper of the mind

The silence of everything

The screaming tenderly

Hidden beyond fairing

Hidden in a lavish immortality

Of utopia

 

More than the eyes could behold

More than devotion would display

The hush of the surroundings

The fusion of thoughtless motion

Opened as a deep vortex

Opened among the intangibility

Of infinity

 

A simple moment of ease

Into the timeless

Shattered by the plangency

Of reality

© 2005 Rosebud

Cherishing One Another
Topic: Mists of Poetry

Of your presence

Within the calling of desire

If I could only weep

And shed you from my mind

But it would only

Cause the seed planted

Within my heart to grow

To be happy

My heartaches

To find you dare

All odds

To bar sensibility

And run with me

To a world of our own design

Disclosed to each other

Far from any other

With prying eyes

And pluck the creation

Unfolded before you

To open yourself

And allow all of you

To flow with me

To fill the chalice of our making

Drinking deeply

The essence of our souls

Whispering the secrets of our being

Until all is known

Between the unity of spirit

And the sharing of two hearts

Of two minds

Of two bodies

Of two lives

Intertwined in the purity

Of trust

Of truth

Of love

Together bound to happiness

To tenderness

To passion

To honesty

Cherishing one another

© 2005 Rosebud

Ecstasy
Topic: Mists of Poetry
It was Ecstasy

Bitter to the taste

Enraptured

Through the hidden space

Between the rim

And the length of the stem

 

I swallowed it full

Tongue to lips

Bitter to the taste

Fingers to the lips

The drips, the drips

On the face

 

If you only grabbed my wrist

And didn’t let me go

Tell me, tell me what it is

Silence forever silence

If you don’t ask me to stay

I shall go

 

It was Ecstasy

Racing through my veins

Owing nothing

Feeling something

Becoming lost within your eyes

A moment’s touch

 

I would take you with me

If you would come

Take you to the garden

Sacred beneath the folds

But you let me go

You let me go

 

If there was ever a time

To feel in that place of real

Behind the tragic façade

A beauty without a seal

It was there

There in Ecstasy

© 2004 Rosebud

Oh... This Life of Mine�€�
Topic: Mists of Poetry

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m the White Rabbit

But I feel like Alice

And I admire the Caterpillar

To find people think of me as the Queen of Hearts

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m Captain Hook

But I feel like the Tinker Bell

And I admire Wendy

To find people think of me as Peter Pan

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m Shahrazad

But I feel like the Nights

And I admire the Dancers

To find people think of me as the Words

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m Sleeping Beauty

But I feel like the Dragon

And I admire the Prince

To find people think of me as the Casket

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m the Mirror

But I feel like the Seven Dwarves

And I admire the Huntsman

To find people think of me as the Apple

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m the Rat

But I feel like the Piper

And I admire the Children

To find people think of me as the Flute

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m the Beast

But I feel like the curse

And I admire the Witch

To find people think of me as the Beauty

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m the Lion

But I feel like the Horse of a Different Color

And I admire the Poppies

To find people think of me as the Ruby slippers

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m the Ugly Step-Sister

But I feel like Fairy Godmother

And I admire the Glass Slippers

To find people think of me as the Pumpkin

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m the Swan

But I feel like the Ugly Duckling

And I admire the frozen lake

To find people think of me as the Egg

 

Oh, this life of mine…

When it seems like I’m the Grandmother

But I feel like the Big Bad Wolf

And I admire Red Riding Hood

To find people think of me as the Forest

 

Oh, this life of mine…

London Bridges

Ring-Around-the-Rosie

Cockle Shells

Rings on the Fingers and Bells on the Toes

 

…Yearning to be on the same page

at the same time… at the same place

To find it’s all part of the same book

That’s never closed to know the Title or Author

 Oh, this life of mine… what an astonishing story

 

© 2005 Rosebud