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