New Poem for Week You

You

Under the moonlight’s loving glare, into an angel’s face I did stare. With the golden sands cool feeling, running through our feet, we found in each other’s hand a comfort. As for the first time, alone we did meet.

Where warm breath did send chills down my spine that faithful night. For who would have known that such a gleaming beauty would have brought this dark and lonely soul such light.

Together we did stroll and each other’s company adore. For even with music we danced, laughed, and in my heart, as the eagle, I did soar.

I never realized how free I could be until I met you. You were as graceful as the swan, and as inviting to me as to the eagle the sky blue.

All my dreams have come real in your loving stare. My heart had disappeared at loves lost. But all my sorrows were forgotten the minute you came near.

Into my life, heart and soul, a passion’s kiss we have not shared. Yet a comfort to each other we have become, as you are my missing half. Now I am whole.

Tomorrow I hope to see, if only to see your smile, another day, light my heart’s abiding as near to you I stay. When I dream I see you, when I fantasize you are here too. But as I open my eyes to reality, you have become my dream and fantasy come true.

New Poem of The Week -Sweetly Sing

Sweetly Sing

Music trickles into my head and out again.  A melody so sweet it cannot be repeated or sung by men.

Again I open my eyes to see I was dreaming, or maybe it was some sorrowful bird I heard.  Yet no one is around and the moon’s crescent smile tells me that no lovely bird shall I see.

Again the music echoes through my mind, a soft tone at first, then suddenly, a loud symphony, louder than any orchestra can produce of my day and time.

What is happening I would like to know?  As tears stream from my eyes, the music stops.  The realization of what just happened appears to me, like a smoke signal billowing out of the snow.

Sweet music, sweet music that only my heart can hear.  You are comfort to my scarred soul and a poultice to cover my wounds which bleed with dark poisoned blood each year.

Birds can sing so sweet, flowers a fragrance that makes women’s hearts envy, yet only the music of love can heal the sore of a broken heart for me.

As Promised New Poem for The Week-Heartbroken

Heartbroken

Why hath no man warned me against the peril of love? Against the rich, warm feeling that milks through your bones as if you were smiled upon from God above.

The deep darkness of pain enshrouds your soul as a sudden grasping of fear. For a moment, it was never born but in an instant it is there.

Cursed is this mind of man with its unruly memories, which tease and taunt at a lover truly broken and sad. For even the rage of anger cannot shield from the pain of a brokenhearted lass or lad.

Borne as if some tedious load, you carry your sorrows of joys that did not last, which shine out of the darkness of your soul, reminding you of the happiness that has past.

Oh that I would swallow some vile toxin and sooner my life depart, than to live grudgingly and bear my broken heart.

For if the smile, which was sweeter than a honey bee’s kiss, had faded, my soul would not sorrow or even miss the moments of passion we shared or the eternal in lover’s bliss.

O wretched man I am with emotions dreadful that won’t part. Why did no one warn you, love, of the peril of love, which is a sorrowful soul and a broken heart?

New Poetry

New Poetry will be added starting Fridays.  Sorry for the delay it has been a wild couple of weeks.