mend it
or defend it
your love for me exceeds
your wishes for just one little
sweet kiss
sweet kiss
upon my brow
left there in a night's dream
soft soft, touch me with your silkness
i melt
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mend it
or defend it
your love for me exceeds
your wishes for just one little
sweet kiss
sweet kiss
upon my brow
left there in a night's dream
soft soft, touch me with your silkness
i melt
uhm....
i melt
within your arms
and breathe your dreams within
me, till your dreams become mine, and
mine yours.
hey cdn :)
I guess I grow addictions soon :D so here i go...
'mine yours',
she has once said
about her heart, and yet
i find no way to hers, or mine,
i'm lost.
Hahaha! Some merry mix-ups here this morning. Hi, Symph! *waving*
i'm lost
within your gaze
those deep blue eyes draw me
to an infinitely deep place
in dreams
in dreams
there is no time,
the endless sky lifts us
on unseen wings and we wake on
feathers
feathers
drift in sequence
falling gently from a
soft white sky of fluffy pillows
catch one
catch one
please look closely
see how the shaft pierces
my skin and my fingers reach out
like barbs
like barbs
her claws are hooked
into my back, dragging
me to the past, where i will be
a child
cold reality
a child
cries in the night--
who hears the sound of tears?
implore, entreat; ignore, retreat--
silence...
silence...
just turn away
keeping walking, don't look--
headlines, breadlines, sirens, police:
unseen...
unseen...
as they died there--
in front of witnesses...
speechless, sightless, I know nothing
at all...
at all
these scenes were
people like you and me--
what became of humanity--
loose it?
Pendragon
© 10/1/07
loose it
free the bindings
let me breathe once again
only then can I enjoy your
embrace
embrace
a touch from you
fills a small universe
inside my heart with just enough
of you
of you
and your essence
i drink deeply, wishing
for complete infiltration of
senses
senses
I have lost them
thinking of you, tossing
them to the dogs to rip and gnash,
snarling
snarling
under my breath
sending you dirty looks
growling, imagining myself
elsewhere
senses,
hearing, seeing,
the old olfactory,
touch - the skin, and the dark fingers
of dreams
of dreams
i know nothing
i'm stuck in life's realness
permeated in sticky mud
marooned
uh-oh I should not try this in the morning, I'm too slow.....yawn....
elsewhere
is where I was -
thinking of what to write,
maybe nodding, maybe dreaming,
too late
too late?
never too late.
healing begins with touch--
forgive me, I am sorry dear,
embrace...
embrace
the morning moon
with just a hint of love
left over from the night before
loose change
loose change
jingle me in
your pocket, or splay me
on the countertop, tossed aside
careless
careless
are we that live
in days of freedom fought
far away a thousand miles
carefree
carefree
happy go luck
is that the way to go?
careless nonchalance of others
hurts you
double post...
hurts you,
so many years
carried on the warm wind,
like lost petals searching for their
flower
Flower
I call her my
niece by her own choice--
With sisters Warrior and Artist...
Lain...
flower
I see your face
flirtatious with the sun
how do you look all day without
blinking
ooops! Hmmm....Lain....one syllable....does that mean I can choose my own second one? ;)
lain down
amongst the leaves
I feel the autumn breeze
lift me swirling into the sky
so blue
so blue
within your eyes
i step in, find myself
floating in deep pools of azure
liquid
liquid
thunder held brief
wild wet rain falls hard
crowded clouds gather in motion
stand still
stand still
and catch snowflakes
on the tip of your tongue,
on your fingertips, and on your
eyelids
eyelids,
the window shades
of the soul, what happens
behind them ain't no one's business
but mine
but mine
was first, and last
but not those things that lie
in between, unwanted things, sad,
unseen
unseen
yet here it is
beyond the sight of now
touched with fingertips ice cold blue
hungar
hunger
within my soul
to reach for higher ground
ever distant, ever misty,
afar
moonbeams
scattered away
shining remnants of light
misty pale glows disappearing
aloft
aloft,
on a crescent
moment, an absence of
stirrings of the mind, singular
thinking.
thinking
not a good thing
when your brain is a mess
dangerous excuses lull you
to wake
to wake
within a dream
wondering if we're still
drifting quietly, bound between
the shores