Broken Hearts Lullaby

Love …

Never meant to take a smile
Or steal a dream away,
Nothing lasts forever
Like a rainbow arched in gray.

Who’s to blame
For the falling rain
Inside a broken heart,
And the bars on it’s windows
Holding back a brand new start?

When the sun becomes the pain
And flowers only gloom..
Think about the devastation
On the surface of the moon.

There through all the darkness
Is strength to stand alone,
There upon the distance
Is light to call its own!

 

Myth*.

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This little song I wrote for my youngest son after he was devastated by his first heart break! Fast-foward..Happy to say he and his first love are the best of friends today! The ‘light’ at the end of the song represents the future. 😀

Sophrosyne

Dear Peace,
I have seen you weave a forest complete
And lay so many down to eternally sleep,
I have heard your voice weeping for a friend
As another generation comes to an end.
How hard it must be to drift upon an answer
Within the undisciplined action of eruptions absurd,
All I can do is blow you a kiss or two, and a wish
All could never be lost if we all did this.
Your redamancy for the world is on the cusp
Wind speaks in susurrus to your wanderlust,
Oceans have calmed to your commotion-less song
As you wave after wave continuing on.
I have heard you in the psalms of my dreams
Within velvety cravings of possible things,
Seek your kingdom of stronghold and wellness
That dwells in the heart of lasting kindness!
Myth*.
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Sweet Ebullience

The crackling fire of winter
Warming all of my doubts and sincerity,
Laid out across old paths that perk up, now tender
Mellifluously, warmly, done so beautifully.
Sweet ebullience, in its evanescent chariot.
My heart, ineffable, recalling the voice of spring,
Felicity, never furious, youthful intense
Euphoric tones, softly rising, everything,
Oh how I love such tenderness.
Me, standing in the assemblage of accumulation
Brooding in conflating denouement of time,
Halcyon, now curling up to imbroglios,
It has always been you
The voice of spring, whom I have loved the most.
Myth*.
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Thank you so very much for reading my poems!
Be safe in the world!

Going No Where …

Mortality. 
What if
Time glided right passed us?
What if
The Reaper dropped the scythe to collect some sleep instead,
Leaving us with endlessness, in the center of our head?
Would we remain troublesome and restless?
Would we end our grievances?
Or
Would we run to the ends of the earth
*To Look up where nothing’s gone wrong, for relief!?*
How important is time to you 
When there is so darn much to do 
Or is there?
If we were given all the time in the world
Would we still be going, No where?
 
Why do we keep looking up
When we have the ability to love, and to care, right here?
Dear Mortality,
Behind the exterior of our walls
I believe it is you whom we fear?
Myth*.
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Opened Wings

A woman is like a bubble bath
Warm, inviting to the touch
Bestowing a hinted scent of brightest days!
She is a gift, and gracious to please,
She’ll love you as if there will be no tomorrows
She’ll spread her wings earnestly, lightly
To extinguish all of your sorrows.
Femininity is not a sign of weakness,
It is a healing balm and heart song
With hymns of beauty for a lovers fragility –
When a lover feels less confident, or strong.
 One heart-break is all it will take
For a woman to put on her hesitate,
Never try to rake her over the coals
Never try to clip her wings,
One heart-break …
Teaches a woman a million things!
A woman breathes in many world winds
So that love can endure most anything,
She can be a prettiest part of a sweetest dream!
To counterfeit her mind
Would be an inspirational’ loss
Her wings will fold
Her winds will blow cold
Her wide opened wings, the cost.
A woman is like candle light
Lighting the way to heart flight,
Sometimes, for a lifetime
Sometimes, to never be seen, again.
Myth*.

Homeless Dreamer

Dear Wished To Be Loved,
Seeing you slumped and sleeping
Took my heart solemnly weeping.
Within my thinking
I had hoped you were lying in a meadow dream
Soft cottony thoughts, an only hunger for listening
Memorizing sweet nothings in bright sun glistening,
Had you found a way home, had sleeping shown
How to walk upon star trail of begotten song
Through glitter and gold as you strolled until dawn,
To reach lost light of everything,
Unseen winds blowing, dandelions drifting slowly
There is nothing better before, than good as after –
On newly found memory in dreams of laughter,
Deep down in plush hush of sleeping green!?
Made of dreams dreamt in sleeps survival
Homeless dreamer of wellness wishes, sleep retrieves
Where streams of lace wash your face of grief,
Where pale skin by societies sin is no longer seething.
Dream-step far away from harsh realities where thunder rolls
To the heart of dreaming, heart of repose
Rest now adrift cloud white pillows,
Sleep until once again you are breathing.
Myth*.
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