Category: Poetry

Your perfect ears I hopeful send my plea, since finding now my heart is not my own, In your deep eyes my heart it dances free, My chest unlocked, it seeks in you a home. Your gentle touch I hope you’ll give my heart, Your softest kiss has loosed it ever soon, Defenses down and… Continue reading Your perfect ears I hopeful send my plea

Too truthful daylight your absence reminds, the Sun’s rays give me not a place to hide, In Morn your beauty not able to find, and sorrows Daytime find a place reside. In lying Night and Sleep, I find a friend, whose twisting tongue in dream does comfort give, your touch in Night in dream when… Continue reading Too truthful daylight your absence reminds

Although we touch there is in you a rose, that blooms amid the freshest breeze in May. Like morning dew the grass does never lose, you’re new throughout reminding break of day. In touches old you plant a seed so new, that grows within a feeling that of first, You build inside each night a… Continue reading Although we touch there is in you a rose

From deep within a faintest knock I hear, familiar and unknown a bang so sweet, have we met yet it is not quite so clear, soft hand that raps a slightly different beat. Lost perhaps, my castle is the farthest out, a weary traveler in wind, fog, or rain, It is, this intrusion, directions about,… Continue reading From deep within a faintest knock I hear

Hear not the fools who say we are all free, if truth be told in chains we captive be. In seconds and minutes held by clock hands, our steps imprint only hourglass sands. Ignorant bliss blind to calendar locks, while Time close watching with sickle held mocks. My sentence it marches, as youth, hours kill,… Continue reading Hear not the fools who say we are all free

Though sun it shines my day is cloaked in grey, my hopeful eyes distract see no sky bright, my eyes unraised can’t find the clear of Day, my eyes to Time to battle endless night. I fight this war unarmed and overmatched, the ruthless clock an undefeated foe, so spiteful Time from Love is come… Continue reading Though sun it shines my day is cloaked in grey

So long we rode this river fast and free, and thought not on its speed nor of its depth. Our trip too long to think not on our glee and chart our course, nor note this water’s breadth. Few thoughts of those who fell over the side when rocks against we crashed or storm did… Continue reading So long we rode this river fast and free