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

Imperfect Creatures - Sept. 07, 2011

 Imperfect Creatures

 

The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted

for anyone.

Although, faces of men whisper of experience

between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,

step right in.

Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,

when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,

were we supposed to hold hands?

Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up

in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile

when reading what's been said.

We wait for justice, and then roll over

playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons

learned from each moment.

Is this not a step towards

what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,

because we do not care?

Do we only commit to that which comforts

our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second

we would see the entire picture,

perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves

as we are,

Imperfect Creatures

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/05/2011.

Moving Within Your Arms - Sept. 02, 2011

Photography Juggalunk

Moving Within Your Arms

I searched for release

looking at arms saying move

within the magic of me.

Morning brought flames of reason

down to earth

to walk a long road of trust

filling empty spaces

I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

and my lips knew the pleasure

it bestowed.

Holding in the sound

was much more than I could bear

and nothing would keep me

waiting

to feel its flow.

I found a companion

who lit a fire under heartbreak

until it drifted

into a twilight unknown.

Awakening the child inside me

to breathe in a new brightness

of peace,

heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating

to give enough to fill the empty spaces

with trust.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

my lips are bound

to the flow,

move within your arms,

I must.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/25/2011

Taste of You - August 30, 2011

Mihai Criste

Taste of You

The bond between us

does not quite speak to the stars

as precious carvings

but as seeds of happiness.

Here you see me in thought

rearranging reflections inside a message

held in glass.

Far away I hold my breath

then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep.

Soft sighs escape

streaming through the night

in shells of kisses

moving ultimately to form this lovely

smile I keep.

Quivering inside my dreams

are elaborate colors

that dance on my tongue.

I taste them as whispers of you.

The bond between us does not quite

speak to the stars, but here

in my dreams is sung.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/22/2011

I Can - August 26, 2011

I Can

I am able without a doubt

To take whatever comes my way

Because I believe that I hear a shout

Which says "I Can" every day

When all hope is shattered, it seems

And I am in the stress of strife

I will still lift my chin and chase my dreams

In this battle, I call "My Life"

I will not wait until tomorrow comes

To do what must be done

Because there is no "Can't"

Where I come from

I am as faithful as our sun

I do not believe that the world is to blame

For my grief or cares

And I do not think a single soul

Should feel ashamed

If my load is more than theirs

I bravely walk along a path I call my own

Not a step, do I take in fear

"I Can" is the name of my song

And I will sing it

Even

Through my tears

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread - Aug. 25, 2011

titusboy25-deviantArt.com

Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread

That I might sit

by the window waiting to live

all my days

on the edge of this

I write.

Within the quality of a voice

falling on every word

I hear in my heart,

full of colorful passion and light.

By me, many things

still breathe

encircling to rise inside

meanings I find

when waking,

bringing tears of joyful destiny.

Their beauty reveals who I am

in blissful shades

of ink-filled ecstasy.

These true feelings run deep

waves sweetly falling

from the hands

of my muse.

This I have always known.

Reflecting sudden stirrings

of my mood in winds

that move these hands

of my own.

Should I become something new

perhaps a silent beauty

sitting here

mulling words over in her head.

Questioning tomorrow

before discovering

yesterday's hours still lie

unread.

Copyright *Neva Flores 08/21/2011

I Feel You as Soft Touches - Aug. 22, 2011

Bedtime Stories by Tiago da Fonseca

I Feel You as Soft Touches

I want to see the thoughts

you breathe,

hear your words and collect them,

cradled in your honesty.

I could watch the beauty in your eyes

for eternity

without ever wishing

to walk away.

You give me your hand

and I close my eyes,

hear the whisper of the sea

and I remember how my heart

has searched for one

such as you

knowing I have found my home.

My love,

the world could dance

on the shells of their falsehoods

with words

written in beautiful calligraphy

and your words

would continue to run in my veins

like Morse code

tapping out who I am

to me.

You fill my hope chest with your spirit

lifting my head

from the table of where my mind wanders

when I forget

to stop and smell the roses along the way.

Your words

bring precious harmony

into play.

I look through the window of my heart

where you

have pressed your lips

on a photograph of your words

and I feel you as soft touches

on my soul.

I collect them one by one

to remember,

until you again I hold.

Copyright *Neva Flores 08/08/2011

Uncut - August 21, 2011

TheAutumnLeaves - deviantArt

Uncut

A soft image satisfies the deepest sea

found in your eyes

recognized as comfort.

Harmony makes a new wind flow lovingly

into the arms

of old wounds suffered.

Measured out our shores bend

to meet in passion

to taste time's recurrent goals.

Lighted I talk with my hands

to find balance

shimmering within my soul.

Scenes pass by of places with nowhere to go,

sailing as tributes tired of singing chords

without gain.

Still, I smile magically as if I am bound

to live life uncut

yet emptied of all pain.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/15/2011

While You Held My Heart - Aug. 16, 2011

Arthur Braginsky

While You Held My Heart

Last night you rocked me to sleep

while you held my heart.

You took your place,

looked upon my faded seas,

renewed my thirst for life.

Within all sounds sublime

and oh so sweet

your voice fills the eyes

of my night.

I am turned to take and take

each move of love

you lay

at my feet

never forgetting

a single line

in my hunger.

To hear you call me a creature

over-flowing

with soft sounds

makes me want to let them continue

gliding from my mouth

forevermore.

They tumble as ocean waves

of thought

from my heart and soul

becoming the stars of

heaven's floor.

Copyright *Neva Flores 08/14/2011

Filling the Emptiness - Aug. 14, 2011

Jaroslav Monchak

Filling the Emptiness

In my ways this pen

has always found a reason

to find itself in between

my hands.

Sometimes I take the time

to ask if this is it,

when truth rushes in

to fill my spirit as ink swirls

upon my skin.

I am not afraid of storms that breathe

into this poetry I write,

because all its winds lead me

to those places,

where I can feel.

Does a constant need

bring excitement

leaving us sailing away on songs

lying at the bottom of our hearts?

Is this the place

we roam?

A place where memories keep hoping

we will let them in

as they surround the years

rising to sing in a key

our voices never meant to sing again.

Do not tell me I break the rules

when I try and turn

the wheel of fate.

You know I will always be the one,

trying to fill the empty air

with song.

But tell me,

how does one close up emptiness

when it’s been there so long

even the world

thinks it’s part of the air

they breathe?

In my ways this pen wakes me,

gives me back my heart.

Delighted,

I find myself wondering

if I should sign my name,

or pour this emptiness I filled,

back into my pen

and part.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

A Sound I Could Drink - Aug. 12, 2011

Alain Lacki

A Sound I Could Drink

My heart pretended

you were a sound

I could drink

when I went searching

for golden lines full of surprise.

When I walked towards you,

my ears tasted the beat of the earth

and it began to turn

in reverse.

Ringing clear were hundreds of memories

I had kissed freely,

known as all the things you did.

Then in came the rushing sea

crashing into my mind

with waves of everything

you have ever said.

Therefore, I waited by a tree

that had shown its shadow

as being all that I could ever need.

However,

when I looked inside myself,

I found my heart

cold and bare.

A sight I have now become

but there is one thing I surely know.

I could never push aside

the sound of you I drink

from all these golden lines.

My ears will walk

towards you and taste

this beat

until I make you mine.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/11/2011

Left to Our Own Hands - August 09, 2011

 Artist -Katja Faith

 

Left to Our Own Hands

We sought the faces of solitude

when the choice to battle

became our fate

until we became weary

of its demands.

Our blood passed away into

the understanding of the guardians,

who never left us alone

to our own hands.

Shadows swept into our borders,

holding a thousand

lonely caresses,

confessing patience and forgiveness

as regrets that stood alone.

Still, our hands sifted

through the golden sand

crying for the ocean

we call home.

The sound of breaking hearts

was heard in the wind,

creating rivers of blame to fill with tears.

Until a door was shut on daybreak

creating a sigh to glide

throughout the sweetness

that touched

upon our years.

Once again, we seek the faces of solitude

as chaos climbs the steps

of our tear-filled lands.

I wonder

if our blood will continue

to pass away into understanding,

if we are left

to our own hands?

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/03/2011

If I Could Paint the Sky - Aug. 02, 2011

Image - Google Images 

If I Could Paint the Sky

I could never say

I would like for you to be stronger

than the wind or rain.

You sparkle

even when raging tempests

are knocking

on the door of time.

I can hear passion in your voice

when you tell me

you remember

how I sang I love you

in your ear

and called you my Muse

that whispers words of love

over my shoulder.

I look into the window of your soul

see my own

smiling back happily

in the reflection of a mirror

that ripples stronger

every day.

I can see myself there

still singing to you

within this art

I write in my tears

of joyful rain.

If a painting of the skies could open up

a tidal wave of hidden emotions

that would change life for the better,

I would learn

how to paint for you.

Then you could breathe in

how I feel

when you touch me

each time

you look at my painting again.

I would never expect you to be stronger

than the wind or rain

and I know you don't expect me

to paint the sky.

So for now

I will write the words of love

you whisper over my shoulder

and sing I love you,

in your ear

until the day

I die.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/31/2011