Monday, December 26, 2011

Love On the Breath of Impossibility - Dec. 26, 2011

 Artist - alnour - DeviantArt

Love on the Breath of Impossibility

Could I be defeated by love so sweet
moving in echoes
across an immense hidden wheel of fate,
spinning memories? 
Would the eyes of birds then bid farewell
to contentment
by removing the shroud of flight
finely covering me?

If I sang, a song scarcely heard
on the breath of impossibility,
could someone chime in with a glance of time
returning me to dust?
Or would it never shed into the places
where they set out in ships full of water
from the Fountain of Lust?

I once said the touch of a journey at first value
is held within the heart as a home
where faith has a character of its own. 
However, I was not prepared
for the power or vitality of a dream
surviving over the longest time
ever known.

Rising away there in the fields,
I wonder why love leaves
on the air of pain
with its thumbs held out
to the Light of Never.
Can a poet such as I
lengthen what is kept
inside the day when Love’s Court
is held lingering within forever?

A blizzard of vacancy is coming down,
filling my heart,
a heart once made of stone. 
Yes, I can be defeated
by love so sweet. 
It has a character of its own.
I bid farewell to this shroud of flight
and to this impossible
breath of song.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Hand of Sorrow - Dec. 11, 2011

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you did not breathe in the eyes that cried.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
all for the want of sighs.

You lived beside the cause of never
in a garden beautiful as the reasons why.
I never mentioned the winds of all your years,
always trusting,
one day you would fly.

You searched for sleep
by haunting ways that no tear
first had been. Time passed
left you singing an endless song
of dreams of midnight on the bridge again.

Your world had no time
where rain fell in crystal showers.
So in vain you burned to become part
of the skies that whispered words of honey
into your every hour.

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you found the hand of sorrow.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
while the eyes that cried,
found your tomorrow.

 © 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Mailing Letters to the Moon - Dec. 06, 2011

Mailing Letters to the Moon

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
look for the positive aspect in moonlit shadows.
Stop and wonder
how a heart breaks then makes friends
who give of themselves
until they bleed out on the cold floors
of the world.

Do you find that time lays heavy on you
within dreams
where snow melts in pictures
of piercing eyes
that mail letters to the moon.
Or are you afraid to look out the window
and stop pretending
you are falling in love with being all alone
with just your heart and a slingshot?

What litters the path where your feet move?
calling out to the sky
that there is no magic wish
staring at you
waiting for you to finish.
Does your breath catch in conversations
held with snowflakes
that spin and bow then fade away
leaving you to wonder
where you go
from here.

Has it come to the point
where you walk in the places
where white lies run through the stream of life?
Does innocence struggle with colors
that make our eyes believe nothing is true
when something new becomes old
inside of winds that creep
and freeze like icicles.

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
you must have walked this path
I have described.
Do not stand up and leave with your
thoughts racing,
climbing higher and higher,
lest you become one of those hearts
that bleed.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Monday, December 5, 2011

Let Us Always - Dec. 05, 2011

Let us not care when our lips rain sounds
that revolve around dreams
where our strength
requires effort in saying
I love you.

In those times when our faces prepare
for answers when we are all alone
let us somehow
be brought together,
holding hands, down on our knees.

Let us allow our fingers to run away
into the clear waters
of the language of our hearts
until we are lifted up
and refreshed anew.

Let our hearts always skip a beat
at the sight of the other
and our bodies
sway towards one another to bring
comfort into our lives.

Let us always dry each other's tears
and send the pain
we see in the other's eyes
into the arms that wait
to crush its very air.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm