Acceptance Is a Difficult Thought - April 30, 2011

Acceptance Is a Difficult Thought

In all of the directions of what you want to tell me

Comes anything that looks better in motion

Although I am torn by the reasons

I try hard to project

Fact is, there are moments I yield to emotion

I can relax out of earshot of any kind of danger

That does not scatter or burn anyone else

Yet I am not meaning to remember

Why all the hours acknowledge

What I don't know, 'cause I won't tell myself

Acceptance, my sweetheart is a difficult thought

Believe me; I know what has to be done

While held under the watchful eye

Of the hand tightly holding

Love's gun

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Eyes That Have Loved You Forever - April 25, 2011

Eyes That Have Loved You Forever

I am a wandering ghost with eyes that have loved you forever

And always greeted you with the softest smile

When you sleep tight my love I will gaze into your thoughts

Place my shadow inside of your heart

To rest for awhile

I will never bruise the wild freedom of your lovely dreams

While you lie there so tenderly in your bed

Nor will I ever break into the bright light of your day

But I will drink from the cup of your love

With these eyes instead

I am a wandering ghost with a heart you have held forever

And always owned with your paper and pen

If you close your eyes you can see my face in the vision

You created from the shadow

I left deep within

In the hours before the sunlight touches upon your breath

I will slip beneath your sighs once again

As the wandering ghost with eyes that loved you forever

And I will dance in the shadows for you only

To remember with your pen

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Dew of Quiet In the Garden - April 19, 2011

Dew of Quiet in the Garden

You give my soul thoughts that collide with magical lands of the moon
And follow songs with an urge to be a cloud in your sky
Rushing along unbound head over heels
With a spirit that grows
Like a flower of past times, until I long for you now
To be the dew of quiet in the gardens
Where I roam

My eyes light to meet yours again as fate melts into a substance
That penetrates the delivery of my own destiny
Then you gently take me to drink
From the ground I kiss
As if I am a bottomless sea that lives for all ages
Sent to make you know you are loved
When morning comes

You give my soul thoughts that are ever speaking as tears of joy
They are guarded by breezes in the palest moonlight
I know that when I take my last breath
Into your arms of love I will fly
To sweetly surrender my own song you discovered
As the dew of quiet in the gardens
Where I roam

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Just as Afraid of You - April 17, 2011

Just as Afraid of You

Have you ever hid in a corner

and imagined the night

ran barefoot

down your hall?

Perhaps it was as frightened

of the hours

and what would happen

before morning chose

to speak

as much as you.

Did you find that you were frozen

by the silence

yet still remained puzzled

in the knowledge

that a mere sound

should be the very thing

you fear the most?

Have you ever decided

not to check under your bed

then later wished you had so badly

because you could taste

fear's own breath?

Did it ever occur to you

what is under there

in the first place

may be just as afraid of you?

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Hush the Distant Roar of Darkness - April 15, 2011

Hush the Distant Roar of Darkness

I cannot hear even a whisper

when daylight stretches

into my dreamer's sea

to hush the distant roar of darkness.

When the sun lies upon the lips

resting on all the wonder

before my eyes.

I am speechless as I find

the valley of golden roses

where sweetness

separates each breath

of beauty I inhale.

Pure joy brushes in waves

across the skies

and swirls down

upon the mountains

as I am gently held

by the hand of morning.

How could I possibly

tell the comfort

of my dreamer's sea

that I wish for the moon

to continue shining down so free.

When I have been captured

by the beauty

that glanced my way

when daylight stretched out

his golden hand to me.

Copyright *Neva Fores @2011

Painting Old Photographs - April 11, 2011

Painting Old Photographs

Love comes in colors that show truth in states as they exit

Is an animal whose skies I want to be in forever

Yet when love is gone, I can see the moon

Or am I wrong

Do I only see the spotlights

Left over from desire

All aglow as a poet, quietly I lay in the shallows of my spirit

Dreaming within old photographs, I painted

Yet when I reach for the sweetness

It is not on the table

And the way it made me feel

I cannot remember

They say it is never too late to see the colors that drift by

When you stand on the hills of your first love

If you close your eyes, you can see

Pictures you painted

And there lies the sweetness

Among the love

Perhaps the moon looks for raindrops shining in my eyes

To make those colors fade into the background

But I know the truth remains untouched

As I stand on this hill

Still painting old photographs

A brighter hue

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

A Loner's Heart Dances In the Ink - April 10, 2011

A Loner's Heart Dances in the Ink

The sky's nose is pressed to the window of a loner's heart

Knowing something dances in the bottom

And it stands in front of him

Nothing in life shows what a loner really feels

More than that fountain of ink

Whispering from her pen

Still the sky wonders if there is anything really there

Or if a loner's heart is merely full

Of emptiness dancing bare

You can see the sky's ear pressed ever so closely

Against the window of a loner's heart

Listening to the pulsing beat

Knowing something wondrous dances in the bottom

That is timeless, yet still he wonders

If it only dances in the ink

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Your Voice Will Know a Day - April 05, 2011

Your Voice Will Know a Day

Your voice cannot know a day that lifts the golden veil from your heart

Because love is where I have seen, you look in your sleep

To claim for your very own to rule the world from broken dreams

A forbidden sight I could not help but remember

Or in sympathy, to keep

I watch you smell the burning boredom of your lost child within

Who not so long ago moved away from the flame

Removing what seemed to be shackles from your smile

Between all I see you do, that says goodbye

To an endless sea of blame

I see you again patiently holding the experience of just one kiss

Next to your dark pledge which is losing all meaning

Covered in a simple cloth that when raised reveals a truth

Which your heart cannot stand to breathe in

As the destiny you are receiving

If you will be kind to these rivers that whisper softly within me

Hold them in place when your rivers start roaring

Your voice will know a day that lifts that veil from your heart

As it is granted in a breath upon your cheek

You will be pleased in knowing

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

The Coldest Moves - April 3, 2011

I watched you make one of the coldest moves in front of our reflection. You plunged through billowing smoke into areas that lacked any expression at all. I saw you shift away into various shades of pictures then run shrieking using all that you had seen as an excuse.  While all the while, I was arranging to tour the fields of you.

I saw headlines printed in places so that they became more than just this morning’s declarations. I really liked how you always understood all the tiny little windows you said they held because this is how you knew everything that was happening.  Yes, you knew it all.

There were hundreds of experiences I could hear asking me why you were making the coldest moves.  Yet, you acted as if you never heard them. Still, I saw the look in your eyes the minute they approached. Somehow, I could tell you knew that what you saw smiled and looked forward to not hearing what we both needed to say.

All I could do was shake my head and begin to face more puzzling hours filled with only you and your insistence that I adjust the temperature of the air you had frozen.  I wondered how anyone could stand and look at you and not be startled by who you are.

Blurs of agitation too strange for even me to identify looked over my shoulder with excitement.  They were not there to inhale my perfume only to seek out my scars. The scars that visit my heart from time to time to remind me they can still hold my arms back from reaching out to you.

Even though you laid right next to me we could no longer find each other in the billowing smoke that issued from our breath.  Ice had begun to form between our hearts within the coldest moves.  There we lay in the darkness both of us looking for the best place to hide.

Take my word for it, as this was not an illusion.  I swear I saw cold clouds hanging over the bed laughing at you and me. Because we didn’t have the faintest idea that the darkness wasn’t real or how close we lay to what could make us warm again.

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011