Love On the Breath of Impossibility - Dec. 26, 2011

 Artist - alnour - DeviantArt

Love on the Breath of Impossibility

Could I be defeated by love so sweet
moving in echoes
across an immense hidden wheel of fate,
spinning memories? 
Would the eyes of birds then bid farewell
to contentment
by removing the shroud of flight
finely covering me?

If I sang, a song scarcely heard
on the breath of impossibility,
could someone chime in with a glance of time
returning me to dust?
Or would it never shed into the places
where they set out in ships full of water
from the Fountain of Lust?

I once said the touch of a journey at first value
is held within the heart as a home
where faith has a character of its own. 
However, I was not prepared
for the power or vitality of a dream
surviving over the longest time
ever known.

Rising away there in the fields,
I wonder why love leaves
on the air of pain
with its thumbs held out
to the Light of Never.
Can a poet such as I
lengthen what is kept
inside the day when Love’s Court
is held lingering within forever?

A blizzard of vacancy is coming down,
filling my heart,
a heart once made of stone. 
Yes, I can be defeated
by love so sweet. 
It has a character of its own.
I bid farewell to this shroud of flight
and to this impossible
breath of song.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Hand of Sorrow - Dec. 11, 2011

Karol Bak

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you did not breathe in the eyes that cried.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
all for the want of sighs.

You lived beside the cause of never
in a garden beautiful as the reasons why.
I never mentioned the winds of all your years,
always trusting,
one day you would fly.

You searched for sleep
by haunting ways that no tear
first had been. Time passed
left you singing an endless song
of dreams of midnight on the bridge again.

Your world had no time
where rain fell in crystal showers.
So in vain you burned to become part
of the skies that whispered words of honey
into your every hour.

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you found the hand of sorrow.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
while the eyes that cried,
found your tomorrow.


 © 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Mailing Letters to the Moon - Dec. 06, 2011

Mailing Letters to the Moon

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
look for the positive aspect in moonlit shadows.
Stop and wonder
how a heart breaks then makes friends
who give of themselves
until they bleed out on the cold floors
of the world.

Do you find that time lays heavy on you
within dreams
where snow melts in pictures
of piercing eyes
that mail letters to the moon.
Or are you afraid to look out the window
and stop pretending
you are falling in love with being all alone
with just your heart and a slingshot?

What litters the path where your feet move?
calling out to the sky
that there is no magic wish
staring at you
waiting for you to finish.
Does your breath catch in conversations
held with snowflakes
that spin and bow then fade away
leaving you to wonder
where you go
from here.

Has it come to the point
where you walk in the places
where white lies run through the stream of life?
Does innocence struggle with colors
that make our eyes believe nothing is true
when something new becomes old
inside of winds that creep
and freeze like icicles.

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
you must have walked this path
I have described.
Do not stand up and leave with your
thoughts racing,
climbing higher and higher,
lest you become one of those hearts
that bleed.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Let Us Always - Dec. 05, 2011

Let us not care when our lips rain sounds
that revolve around dreams
where our strength
requires effort in saying
I love you.

In those times when our faces prepare
for answers when we are all alone
let us somehow
be brought together,
holding hands, down on our knees.

Let us allow our fingers to run away
into the clear waters
of the language of our hearts
until we are lifted up
and refreshed anew.

Let our hearts always skip a beat
at the sight of the other
and our bodies
sway towards one another to bring
comfort into our lives.

Let us always dry each other's tears
and send the pain
we see in the other's eyes
into the arms that wait
to crush its very air.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Spun Web of Gypsy Invitation - Nov. 10, 2011

Jia Lu

Spun Web of Gypsy Invitation

New colors embrace the memory of life’s soil
while looking at promises
that rush through our veins.
A tune is heard from our hearts'
circling places in time
where our eyes become the surface
of our souls,
greeting what we see floating
on the winds
of change.

Clearly visible as separate bodies
held on a spun web
of gypsy invitation,
why then do we only remember
the perfect peace
of how our minds meet.
You touch each breath I draw in
as if hunting down my despair
until it becomes as smoke
with leaving feet.

Before the stars were chiseled into an age
that held us captive,
sleep was where the light of the moon
played innocently.
Father Fate swirls, renames himself
with each breath I take,
keeping time for the promises
of true love
that still sing out
to you and me.


© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Wrapped Around Instinct - Nov. 03, 2011

 

Firebird by fhrankee on deviantArt.com

Wrapped Around Instinct

A shifting veil of shadows
filled my vision
as if requiring breath aimlessly.
I drew fire into my veins
as my suitor,
when I sought out release.

Looking down upon the back
of my fingers
Warm contentment followed hopefully.
Picking up my hand,
understanding flamed
this fire in me.

A caress pledged half a dream.
Bit my lip suggestively.
Sweet and gentle touches
became phantoms
of hope,
welcoming in, seductive pleas.

Instinct wrapped around a veil
of shadows.
Found everything ever wanted.
Desire left kisses
on my brow,
whispered cries that taunted.

My soul gazed pleasures
state of mind,
took a deep breath of me.
Drawing fire into my veins
as my suitor,
I gave myself...shamelessly.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Afraid of Dust - October 31, 2011

Afraid of Dust

If I told you I am afraid of dust

that catches in places

where I am tired
Would you still find me 

so amazing and 

fun?
If I said what I think 

to those 

who have ears to hear
When I looked into your eyes
Would I still be 

the one?

If the song I sing tonight is not 

a soothing lullaby in an upside moon
Will you still love me

and the melody I create?
Because no matter how my song plays; 

we can still move on
To all those bright clouds
We anticipate

If I struggled to find words 

that washed 

over your skin like silk
That lingered dreamily in the light 

of your morning
Would you still hear the same sweet voice

when I am tired
and afraid of dust that catches

in places
On the words 

I am

forming?

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Landscape - October 29, 2011

Landscape

To one whose name is written 

in the faint perfume

upon my neck
Your hands gently tend my landscape

with their caress
Each and every flower,

you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth 

of your undress

You move your morning breezes

into the darkness

of my night
Until I no longer know the season

or present year
Time is of no essence

within my sight
Of warmth or cold, 

I have no fear

To one whose name is written 

on every single line 

of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance

of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape

in a world apart
Marked on a calendar 

of none

The cares of life, waft into silent pieces 

as they come to light
When your morning breeze 

moves 

upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand’s sight
Forgets these cares 

of ours

To one whose name is written

in my eyes 

as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink

flowing from our sun
My landscape 

will be your garden harbor
From your breezes, 

I will never run

© 2010 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Count the Stars in Silence - Oct. 18, 2011

Sergei Lukyanov

Count the Stars in Silence
 
Cover the touch wandering in and out
 of the brightest tides of time
 because  the splendor of diamonds
will run away
 leaving you with empty hands that sigh.
 Let your voice light everything
 that shakes your blessings,
 so that you may live,
 continue standing
 never hide.

Count the stars in silence,
get lost
in their features
 as you dream of holding hands
 with the tides of time.
 You will find yourself in flight
 over roads that meet years
 full of deep eyes
 with no tears.
Countless thoughts you will treasure,
 raining down
 in perfect rhyme.

Bid farewell to your trust in wealth
 it can die before your eyes.
  Cover the touch
of the brightest tides of time.
  Count the stars in silence
when you fly over the roads
 of your memories.
 A strong breeze
 will blow into your thoughts,
sweet
 as the finest wine.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

I Will Be There To See - Oct. 12, 2011

I Will Be There to See

I will be in the valley

where the sand meets the tree of fire

and walls that close in

do not exist.

My arms have become part of the stars,

when I walk they enfold night

with a web

encircling a kiss.

My heart contains a spirit of love

I obtained from the sea,

when my skies were filled

with all that I know.

I am here in the valley in between time

and the place where the tree of fire

still glows.

Come and take my hand

when your morning is cold,

until all that is left

is how you remember me.

Then, when you look into the glass

where your face was alone,

I will always be there

to see.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Serenading Your Basis - Sept. 27, 2011

Trixis - Deviantart

Serenading Your Basis

You are a perfect branch

descending

from yourself.

I have been waiting

at your roots,

trying to find myself.

Which part of your trunk

do I stem from,

I cry out to the moon.

Am I not a part of you

whose flowers

are in tune?

I am sharing needful moments

full of sensations anew;

becoming naked

with each breath I take,

singing a song

of truth.

Staring into forever

my heart pounds

with hopes and dreams.

I am waiting at your roots,

with beauty bursting

at my seams.

You are a perfect branch,

no need to conform.

I am here

serenading your roots

to become your flowers that adorn.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/25/2011

Hope's Perfume - Sept. 20, 2011

Hope’s Perfume

Like forgotten lines dancing around love

that never bloomed,

knowing not where to start or end.

You will know when you look

at the blurs that form

when crossing the night

once again.

Stretching across the lines are flowers

that once planned to brush the lips

of all the answers

you need.

Yet, the smile on your face

could change the mind,

overwhelm the heart

of destiny.

In the distance I see rain

coming down from the air of dreams

full of laughs and smiles

taking flight.

I stare for such a long time

knowing it could all soon go away,

and my heart cries

as I write.

Forgotten lines cut into winds

that wander

but have always been right there

dancing around love

that could bloom.

Without moving far off

or crossing the night

we can still

smell

Hope’s perfume.

Neva Flores 09/20/2011

Exhaled as Poetry - Sept. 14, 2011

Artist - Yarek Godfrey

Exhaled as Poetry

I feel your tenderness underneath my bare feet;

see my face as a reflection

of a flame, in your eyes.

One thousand teardrops

fell from your heart,

love swallowed each one.

Tasting comfort inside a smile,

a heart grows fond of drinking

love's replies.

Your words fall as leaves

into the river of my heart's desire,

come to life

as I exhale them as poetry.

Each breath I take

rises against another,

creating feelings inside my heart,

ringing in tones that listen to each thought;

bringing such a lovely peace

to me.

I am embraced by breezes

stirred from a lasting love

that has grown strong like an oak tree,

it bends but never breaks.

Love now sails as notes

pouring from my lips.

My heart leaps with joy

and sings replies perhaps unheard,

but felt with each breath

I take.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/11/2011

Imperfect Creatures - Sept. 07, 2011

 Imperfect Creatures

 

The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted

for anyone.

Although, faces of men whisper of experience

between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,

step right in.

Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,

when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,

were we supposed to hold hands?

Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up

in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile

when reading what's been said.

We wait for justice, and then roll over

playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons

learned from each moment.

Is this not a step towards

what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,

because we do not care?

Do we only commit to that which comforts

our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second

we would see the entire picture,

perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves

as we are,

Imperfect Creatures

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/05/2011.

Moving Within Your Arms - Sept. 02, 2011

Photography Juggalunk

Moving Within Your Arms

I searched for release

looking at arms saying move

within the magic of me.

Morning brought flames of reason

down to earth

to walk a long road of trust

filling empty spaces

I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

and my lips knew the pleasure

it bestowed.

Holding in the sound

was much more than I could bear

and nothing would keep me

waiting

to feel its flow.

I found a companion

who lit a fire under heartbreak

until it drifted

into a twilight unknown.

Awakening the child inside me

to breathe in a new brightness

of peace,

heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating

to give enough to fill the empty spaces

with trust.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

my lips are bound

to the flow,

move within your arms,

I must.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/25/2011

Taste of You - August 30, 2011

Mihai Criste

Taste of You

The bond between us

does not quite speak to the stars

as precious carvings

but as seeds of happiness.

Here you see me in thought

rearranging reflections inside a message

held in glass.

Far away I hold my breath

then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep.

Soft sighs escape

streaming through the night

in shells of kisses

moving ultimately to form this lovely

smile I keep.

Quivering inside my dreams

are elaborate colors

that dance on my tongue.

I taste them as whispers of you.

The bond between us does not quite

speak to the stars, but here

in my dreams is sung.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/22/2011

I Can - August 26, 2011

I Can

I am able without a doubt

To take whatever comes my way

Because I believe that I hear a shout

Which says "I Can" every day

When all hope is shattered, it seems

And I am in the stress of strife

I will still lift my chin and chase my dreams

In this battle, I call "My Life"

I will not wait until tomorrow comes

To do what must be done

Because there is no "Can't"

Where I come from

I am as faithful as our sun

I do not believe that the world is to blame

For my grief or cares

And I do not think a single soul

Should feel ashamed

If my load is more than theirs

I bravely walk along a path I call my own

Not a step, do I take in fear

"I Can" is the name of my song

And I will sing it

Even

Through my tears

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010