Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: March 2010

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

SPRING FLING

Sing me into Spring

Dream me into the day

And dance me into the night

I'll sway in your arms

Lay my head against your chest

To listen to the heartbeat of Spring

Kiss me with your tulips

Bring me flowers

In bouquets of fragrant sighs

While bird songs fill my soul

And soft breezes caress my hair

Gentle finger tips find their way

I do not resist their playfulness

I'll bring you sunshine in the morning

And moonshine in the night

Cotton candy kisses love

And afternoon delight

You'll whisper in my ear

Sugar baby honey child

My little Angel sweetie

My little Angel wild

Spellbound in your embrace

I drink in your eyes, your skin, your face

Hold me ever in your heart

Sweet treasure of my soul

I have no self control

You smile at me across the miles

In pictures oh so still

I cannot hold you

Cannot feel the warmth

Of your breath against my ear

I wander through your eyes

Searching to find myself hidden there

My heart sighs

In dreams of you
I run barefoot in the grass
Wet dew washes my toes

My head is on your shoulder

The scent of Lilacs in my hair

Your heart already knows

But does it dare my love?

Does it yearn enough to learn

How to love an Angel in despair?

Friday, March 19, 2010

© Gloria Smith 2010

I shall dream you tonight

in soft subtle shades of twilight

I will love your face

your skin

the smell of you again

The sad warm eyes that smiles never reach

the smile I love

the softness of your hair

I dare to touch you

I dare to tell you how much you mean to me

I'll kiss your name as it falls from my lips of flame

My dreams are free

God does not charge for them

Angel whispers fill the night

I am fast becoming yesterday

I am a dream awake walking in the past

While the future rushes in

as a wave upon the shore

Washing away time upon time

Until I see you once more

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

STARS & MEMORIES

I miss you
My heart yearns for you in the night
What are those strong arms doing at this moment
Who do they caress
Whose hair do they tenderly stroke
I am terribly alone
A desperate sadness descends on me
Like a midnight mist of moon dust
Scattering the dark; shattering the night
My heart breaks as a rock thrown carelessly through a window
I hear the sound of it in my dreams
If I could slip my hand into the warmth of yours I would
I would rest my head upon your shoulder
And pretend once again that you love me
While my own love consumed me
I gaze at you and drink you in like summer wine on a winter's day
I memorize your face and find time suspended
A moment spins into a lifetime
The stars bear your name
My heart is emblazoned with it
Come to me

In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse. I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race - never quite sane in the night.

~ Mark Twain

MOURNING GLORYS

The Mourning Glory's wear their hearts on their sleeves
So do I
It is not hidden from your eyes what shines in mine
I cannot cover the tracks of my heart
It sleepwalks in the night playing bittersweet melodies on its heavy harp
Strands of passion floating through the air
Do you hear its siren song soft and low
I would draw you to my side... to my cool white bed
My heart sleepwalks in dreams of you
I am beside you
I touch you -- a fleeting touch
Do you feel me
My gown brushes your arm; cool silk silver satin slowly slips across your skin
My lips touch your cheek -- ever so slight as a thought forgotten
Does my scent stay with you in the darkness of the night
I warm your bed and yet
Hold me as a dream, caress me in daydreams
Breath of life consume me
Delusion of love
I see you wavering in a mirage; a hot desert dream
I reach for you and touch the wind
I ache
Wake me not
Forsake me not
I am love
Waste me not
Desire sweeps as a wildfire through my body
Sparking, burning into a blaze of mad desire... fire
Waves of thrill build as I dream of you
I wait... a slave to my craving
A fool of love
She schemes to have me
Enchantress of the soul make me whole
Take me -- write me on your heart
Love does not care for right or wrong
If I loved you more I could not bear the longing
You are in my blood, my soul
Shrink not from the tingle of my touch or the glow of my gypsy eyes
My very heartbeat is yours
If I loved you more my heart would beat no more
I could not hold such love and live
If I loved you more I could never love again
All I have to give I give and live to feel your lips once more

COMES THE STORM

Angels wings rustle through the sound of the trees

As they bend in the wind; a storm is coming

A Dove coos softly in the sighs of my heart

And the puddles on the ground reflect the tears in my eyes

A storm is coming

Confusion clouds my mind like sugar spun cotton candy thrown into the air

Multi-colored thoughts strewn everywhere for the birds to gather

For the Angels to share

A storm is here

SECRET THINGS

I write you all my heart. It is the only pen I have
Bright yellow butterflies light up the grass bringing a smile; bright yellow sunshine warms me
A piece of the sun drips from the sky giving birth to a bright yellow Goldfinch
It sits still at my feet
With a tilt of its tiny head it casts me a look of puzzlement and flies away
My heart takes flight with it
From a distance I feel a prayer; someone cares
A prayer has sent an Angel to my side. Someone secret cares
I feel a prayer
I hear a thousand Angels cry as the rain begins to fall
It is cool and wet on my hot skin
I raise my face to the sky and open my mouth to taste the calm
From a distance I hear a whisper like an Angel's sigh
He'll hold you in the storm
Has Heaven sent a refuge
A Hero
I feel your lips warm and wet
I taste your mouth and tingle with excitement
Taste me
How long the night of hazy recollection. I dream
An Angel flies, a Goldfinch flies, and my heart flies to you
I feel your heart at once tender and warm
Angels whisper secrets to me
We smile together
I am an Angel with a broken wing treading in forbidden places where Angels do not dare
You will be there... waiting
Angels whisper secrets the bright yellow butterflies carry in their wings
Sing to me... play for me... love me in the dark and tell me secret things
Whispers on the wind -- Secret things

LOST

We are lost -- those who love, truly love, without reservation, without thought of reward, and without censorship of society; who follow their hearts no matter the road, no matter the cost.

Love is a fool -- it is blind and strong; as strong as death. It cares not about seasons or circumstance when it comes knocking.

It is born of the spirit and lives in the soul. It is not fettered with bonds of flesh but is born in the body of us all.

Foolish love... mad desire, dark crimson elixir of life -- it beckons us to drink deeply.

We pretend to resist but in the night watches of the heart we cannot but heed its call. Only the flesh is restrained but the mind, the spirit, runs headlong into danger and thrills at the quest.

How sweet the potion. How drunk the spirit, how deep the desire, how insane, how heady... I cannot die to defeat you. I cannot live without you.

Beckon on sweet siren, as you will and as you must. I will lead a revolt against you. I will fight with the sword of my will and I will lose but fight I must and fight I will until my last breath, and then... oh then you will have me at last. At last...

HEAVINESS

Ever the Golden Key is lost... the Lady surrenders her quest. I fight no more. My sword is in its sheath. My cup empty. My throat dry from crying; my soul parched. My arms empty as a poured out flask. My lips untouched. My passion calmed by the white flag of my surrender.

My loneliness owns me and I die... alone. No one calls my name. It is unknown. A soul lost in the night. I wander alone -- battered and torn.

Life held its beauty time and time ago. Love has eluded me like a deer running wild in the forest just out of view -- and so it is and so it will be.

I have fought a good fight. I was brave and true. My sword holds no one's blood but my own.

Night has overwhelmed the sunlight I once loved. I am its mistress. I abhor the darkness that invades my soul but there is no one to make me whole. No other half completes me.

I compete no more. The door is slowly closing. It creaks and groans under the weight of my discontent. My dress is satin, lace, and pearls. It lies still about me, so still about me... so still.