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| Myrtle Thomas |
Is there a longing for the blush of lips!
a soft caress – the expectation?
a feeling of the leaves of grass
the moon bending down
a blend of ocean – sky and earth
particles of gold dust in your eyes
I yearned for a sun kissed moon
the breath of the wind
you and I.
Colors of autumn leaves and summer flowers
dreams that left in the light - leaving me as mad!
the wolf howls in those shadows
like the winter winds scream into the bones
or how that chill brought us together
my flesh warmed in the reflection of your eyes
comb my hair my love and place a rose in the -
silver threads and star laden storms
of you and I!
a soft caress – the expectation?
a feeling of the leaves of grass
the moon bending down
a blend of ocean – sky and earth
particles of gold dust in your eyes
I yearned for a sun kissed moon
the breath of the wind
you and I.
Colors of autumn leaves and summer flowers
dreams that left in the light - leaving me as mad!
the wolf howls in those shadows
like the winter winds scream into the bones
or how that chill brought us together
my flesh warmed in the reflection of your eyes
comb my hair my love and place a rose in the -
silver threads and star laden storms
of you and I!
In Your Eyes the Stars
summer evenings served with iced tea
lemon and the sting of your kiss
the fire of your touch burns my flesh
the veil of moonlight embraces our nakedness
how far we’ve come from the beginning!
your eyes are the universe – as they hold me
like an eternity of stars and the music of bells
how drunken the desire of my dreams have been
when I melt in your arms like honey on a hot summer night
when I look into your eyes I’m warmed by their voice.
our pillows hold the scent of a dark stormy night
I often think how did this come to be
was fate where our feet walked – in the forest of a myriad -
of stars singing in the moonlight – our heartbeat faint drumming
our breath another whisper and dreams another sigh.
time like the ancient ones – who knew this same fire
they held the torches and lit their lamps like we have
the folding and tying of strings unseen
love is a bridge from one heart to another
an invisible chain that has bound us as one heart.
lemon and the sting of your kiss
the fire of your touch burns my flesh
the veil of moonlight embraces our nakedness
how far we’ve come from the beginning!
your eyes are the universe – as they hold me
like an eternity of stars and the music of bells
how drunken the desire of my dreams have been
when I melt in your arms like honey on a hot summer night
when I look into your eyes I’m warmed by their voice.
our pillows hold the scent of a dark stormy night
I often think how did this come to be
was fate where our feet walked – in the forest of a myriad -
of stars singing in the moonlight – our heartbeat faint drumming
our breath another whisper and dreams another sigh.
time like the ancient ones – who knew this same fire
they held the torches and lit their lamps like we have
the folding and tying of strings unseen
love is a bridge from one heart to another
an invisible chain that has bound us as one heart.
A Redbird Still Sings
called by its feathers
the color of its soul
fingers like claws
its desire a burning fire
how it weeps!
beyond the ivory bars
its eyes black and heartless
hidden from inquest and question
judging humanity from its distance
shy with sometimes a rage
the pulse of color – red as a flame
no one can control its voice nor
the heart within.
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from where the furnace burns
a blazing burning flame
red the color of desire
the glow that lights the way
the beat of the drum on ivory bars
how far the night winds roam!
maybe the silence of an ember
carries the memory even today
the rest of the world lies hidden
as the cloud of passion sleeps.
the floor holds the black nylons
red high heels of the dance
resting by the bed
her hair like an Indiana storm
tossed around her moonlit face
the stars lead her away
from last night’s affair
a dream within a dream.
the color of its soul
fingers like claws
its desire a burning fire
how it weeps!
beyond the ivory bars
its eyes black and heartless
hidden from inquest and question
judging humanity from its distance
shy with sometimes a rage
the pulse of color – red as a flame
no one can control its voice nor
the heart within.
***************************
from where the furnace burns
a blazing burning flame
red the color of desire
the glow that lights the way
the beat of the drum on ivory bars
how far the night winds roam!
maybe the silence of an ember
carries the memory even today
the rest of the world lies hidden
as the cloud of passion sleeps.
the floor holds the black nylons
red high heels of the dance
resting by the bed
her hair like an Indiana storm
tossed around her moonlit face
the stars lead her away
from last night’s affair
a dream within a dream.
In a Daydream
February the third – snow deep on the ground
I lie in the snow like an angel spreading my wings
nothing but the cold rush on my flesh
my feet bare on the fresh cut grass – spring sings
of robins and the stir of butterflies
soft hummingbird feathers in the wind of my eyes.
*
Where is my heart, my mind and the whispered spirit?
so lost are the spring flowers and summer fireflies
I remember the ring he fashioned from a red vine
the reflection of the sun in his eyes as he looked into mine
I hold the scent of all the flowers he tended
the red rose of his heart.
*
Moonlight flickers on the trees -secrets resting on a star
where has the shadow of laughter gone?
I see it flash like lightning – not my fire- no not yet!
my feet ran for so long naked – through the seasons
like an unstoppable wind stirring and blending my life
churning always churning.
*
The blood of youth has grown cold – traveled with me
I followed in its footsteps without looking into the horizons
turned my face against the wind and closed my eyes
I hold the flowers and the fragrance of red leaves in memory
as I feel another season pulling me from my feet
I feel half in and half out – lonely for the scattered autumn
leaves that I hold like a warm loving hand.
I lie in the snow like an angel spreading my wings
nothing but the cold rush on my flesh
my feet bare on the fresh cut grass – spring sings
of robins and the stir of butterflies
soft hummingbird feathers in the wind of my eyes.
*
Where is my heart, my mind and the whispered spirit?
so lost are the spring flowers and summer fireflies
I remember the ring he fashioned from a red vine
the reflection of the sun in his eyes as he looked into mine
I hold the scent of all the flowers he tended
the red rose of his heart.
*
Moonlight flickers on the trees -secrets resting on a star
where has the shadow of laughter gone?
I see it flash like lightning – not my fire- no not yet!
my feet ran for so long naked – through the seasons
like an unstoppable wind stirring and blending my life
churning always churning.
*
The blood of youth has grown cold – traveled with me
I followed in its footsteps without looking into the horizons
turned my face against the wind and closed my eyes
I hold the flowers and the fragrance of red leaves in memory
as I feel another season pulling me from my feet
I feel half in and half out – lonely for the scattered autumn
leaves that I hold like a warm loving hand.
Braided Chains of Light
a haunting moon dances tonight
with a glimmer of yesterday
the music of it mystifies my thoughts
takes me back in time as I’m lost in memory
like an eye watching me – inspecting my soul
with unfiltered rays of light
am I being judged or am I judging myself?
*
it shines upon the footprints as the stars sing
their song leads my breath away
strangling the remnants of desire
I can’t throw the old me away under the weight
nor the paths of my heart and feet
the avenues of love or its history
dreams and nightmares can’t hide from the light.
*
there are fields and valley's exposed under its spell
mysterious regions of the heart – the warm flesh
even behind the curtain of my eyes – a lunar sight
looms like a ghost walking the fields and mountains
the white mountains of my chest
it whispers to the hidden redbird until it slumbers
bars of bone hold it prisoner until my breath sets it free.
*
I lie here by my love and watch his breath reach for the moon
his grip on the silver and golden threads swinging in the night
linked by the jewels scattered like dust – reflections of past-
and the present tell secrets of antiquity – the old ones who watch
they that first touched the stars and walked the trail of moonlight
I stay silent until the sun breaks the ice of secrets - and the signs
travel like shadows racing across the walls
silencing the night bird’s voice until the moon watches my soul.
with a glimmer of yesterday
the music of it mystifies my thoughts
takes me back in time as I’m lost in memory
like an eye watching me – inspecting my soul
with unfiltered rays of light
am I being judged or am I judging myself?
*
it shines upon the footprints as the stars sing
their song leads my breath away
strangling the remnants of desire
I can’t throw the old me away under the weight
nor the paths of my heart and feet
the avenues of love or its history
dreams and nightmares can’t hide from the light.
*
there are fields and valley's exposed under its spell
mysterious regions of the heart – the warm flesh
even behind the curtain of my eyes – a lunar sight
looms like a ghost walking the fields and mountains
the white mountains of my chest
it whispers to the hidden redbird until it slumbers
bars of bone hold it prisoner until my breath sets it free.
*
I lie here by my love and watch his breath reach for the moon
his grip on the silver and golden threads swinging in the night
linked by the jewels scattered like dust – reflections of past-
and the present tell secrets of antiquity – the old ones who watch
they that first touched the stars and walked the trail of moonlight
I stay silent until the sun breaks the ice of secrets - and the signs
travel like shadows racing across the walls
silencing the night bird’s voice until the moon watches my soul.
The Moonlight on a Golden Thread
*
tonight, the moon is like a golden wine
a thrilling dizzy spin – fumbling fingers
the windows expose the view
I’m deep in the reflection of his eyes
dew on the dreaming grass
twilight beckons as I linger so long.
*
how is it that I’m dressed in this drunken wind?
as I stir the night and unfold this desire
I’m blanketed in his arms and the flame burns
a magnet pulling us with a lunar spell
witches and wizards holding a golden goblet
let us move slowly as we unfold and fold this fire.
*
the night blooming into a great golden eye
sometimes we reminisce about the long years
of the smoke of long ago as the moonlight -
pours its wine on our nakedness
we dance without dancing
caught up with red autumn vines burning.
tonight, the moon is like a golden wine
a thrilling dizzy spin – fumbling fingers
the windows expose the view
I’m deep in the reflection of his eyes
dew on the dreaming grass
twilight beckons as I linger so long.
*
how is it that I’m dressed in this drunken wind?
as I stir the night and unfold this desire
I’m blanketed in his arms and the flame burns
a magnet pulling us with a lunar spell
witches and wizards holding a golden goblet
let us move slowly as we unfold and fold this fire.
*
the night blooming into a great golden eye
sometimes we reminisce about the long years
of the smoke of long ago as the moonlight -
pours its wine on our nakedness
we dance without dancing
caught up with red autumn vines burning.
Voices
*
warm rivers flow in the winter of life
turning time into another realm
a door opening beyond the veil
a fog of sorrow and joy
lessons being lived
what is now and then
that which was.
*
a song being sung in the heavens
of voices that grew from the earth
more than just a whisper of wind
more than an emotion of flesh
or of the weather on the earth
it is the river of life
the spirit lifts its feet.
*
sometimes the roof leaks into the soul
some feel it some do not
some won’t recognize the light nor the darkness
sometimes what is –
isn’t their reality
sometimes the rain falls quietly
from the clouds in eyes that are blind
Heaven is not that far away.
*
heaven has a golden bridge
a road that carries the soul from one world-
to the next – love and truth a narrow way
the eye of a needle with a camel
the flesh – bone and wisdom
one day we will all find the doorway
maybe it isn’t as we thought
maybe an alien belief.
warm rivers flow in the winter of life
turning time into another realm
a door opening beyond the veil
a fog of sorrow and joy
lessons being lived
what is now and then
that which was.
*
a song being sung in the heavens
of voices that grew from the earth
more than just a whisper of wind
more than an emotion of flesh
or of the weather on the earth
it is the river of life
the spirit lifts its feet.
*
sometimes the roof leaks into the soul
some feel it some do not
some won’t recognize the light nor the darkness
sometimes what is –
isn’t their reality
sometimes the rain falls quietly
from the clouds in eyes that are blind
Heaven is not that far away.
*
heaven has a golden bridge
a road that carries the soul from one world-
to the next – love and truth a narrow way
the eye of a needle with a camel
the flesh – bone and wisdom
one day we will all find the doorway
maybe it isn’t as we thought
maybe an alien belief.
Myrtle Thomas lives in America and has been published in several poetry journals and online poetry sites. She has been writing for over twenty years of the emotions of love , loss and our natural surroundings. Myrtle is a big fan of contemporary poetry as it comes from her heart more freely. Myrtle is a member of ALLpoetry.com under the Penn name Bluebird74.
