Saturday, April 30, 2011

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

Monday, April 25, 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

Tuesday, April 19, 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

Sunday, April 17, 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

Friday, April 15, 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

Monday, April 11, 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

Sunday, April 10, 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

Tuesday, April 5, 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

Sunday, April 3, 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