One Word: Lavender

in lavender fields I race against time
purple blossoms sprayed around my footsteps like discolored snow
sweet aromas dazzle the senses and lull me

poppies .. no .. lavender will make them sleep

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In the recesses of mystery the voices swim
languid bodies flowing effortlessly
through a myterious fog

echoes of purpose find homes
in lovers' souls

whomsoever wishes to seek out their past
may find it hidden
wrapped within the caul of fear and pain

I cannot go where you go
nothing calls me there
and I will not tread where I am unwanted.

Playing With Haiku

~* a room of silver *~
Lambent before dawn;
In nighttime travels, I watch
A room of silver.

~* dormant tree *~
Without foliage;
A dormant tree does prevail;
Awaiting spring's return.

~* a darkness dwelt *~
A darkness dwelt here;
Alive within I saw them;
Just before dawn broke.

~* spilling fire *~
The barrel alight,
spilling fire like Pompeii in
years long forgotten.

~* marble words *~
Struggling to become,
within a prison of marble
words, a poem waits.

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outside the air is cold.
snow brings a bitter white blanket
that could kill without caring.

here and now though
we are warm.
bundled together under a quilt
handstiched with love.

no need to hurry to some
frantic dance of limbs and flesh

love is made not in grinding two bodies together
but in tenderness
in softness born of moments spent
cuddling on a snowy night

Torn

once there was a man who loved me
as I loved him

his words were soft
and yet they filled my soul with such fire
each sound tearing through my hardened heart
a machine-gun rending soft flesh
with each hushed phrase

his voice was the sweetest music
not gentle but clear
it spoke to me in ways that thrilled my skin
bringing to it a delicate glow

my heart leapt at every touch
each small smile
found a mirror in my own

I ached the day I learned
he was gone
a beautiful soul torn from my world
in a single lonesesome blast

my heart shattered
the icy grip of pain enfolded me
became mine
a wretched consort my only
comfort

once there was a man who loved me
as I loved him
every now and then I crave his touch
his voice, his scent
him

I love him still
even though I will never in this life hold him
share his thoughts
my thoughts

he gave me life
for that I will forever be thankful
and hold him in a small corner
of my soul

Winter Magic

children wait in their beds
anxious as they struggle to find sleep
before He comes to give
love and life and cheer

'He won't come if you're awake' they say
and so you can find them
eyes squeezed shut
hidden beneath warm and rumpled blankets
whispering excitedly

outside the ground is blanketed in white
the soft music of winter
of icicles chiming, branches creaking
in their winter slumber

the trees wait too
standing fast in almighty glory
deeply rooted as they endure this darksome night

winter magick brings many things

He is Santa Claus
or Father Christmas
He is the Oak King and Saint Nicholas
He is the return of the sun
of deepening light to warm the cold earth

the man in red brings warmth to all things
to anxious children's hearts
to the cold and quiet earth

spreading warmth
and joy
and love to all
beneath a starlit sky

Love Awakens

a breath stills
a fragile heart leaps
each breath counting the moments
until

fingers trace along fragile curves
liquid fire
to burn your touch into my skin

where once my soul
yearned for
a cessation of existence
to move on
into another lifetime

now love
fuels the inferno
devouring my fear
and pain