Spring Fling (Bid me not to leave you...)

© Gloria Smith 03/24/10

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?

Glo

Dreams

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© Gloria Smith 03/12/10

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

GLO

Stars & Memories...

© Gloria Smith 03/10/10

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...

GLO


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

© Gloria Smith 02/13/10

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.

Breaths 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.

GLO

Comes The Storm...

© Gloria Smith 03/10/10

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...

© Gloria Smith 02/14/10

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...

GLO

Lost...

© Gloria Smith 02/15/10

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...

GLO

Heaviness...

© Gloria Smith 02/15/10

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.

GLO

Moonlight & Dreams

© Gloria Smith 03/10/10

In moonlight everything becomes a sculpture

In its magic, questions are punctuated with exclamation points of awe

In searching the infinity of Heaven in a night sky

An Atheist thinks of God & wonders...

The night haunts me like a phantom

All her stars belong to me

I own them every one

My eyes are lit with the scattered star dust of countless ages past

You walk in my mind; my heart - just out of touch...

GLO