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