Monday, October 31, 2011

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 
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

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Landscape - October 29, 2011


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 
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

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Count the Stars in Silence - Oct. 18, 2011

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,
 as the finest wine.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

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