twilight

#2

Sail with me upon an emerald-green sea,

to a far away land of deepest fantasy.

Walk with me in the soft moonlight,

dance with me, holding each other tight.

As lovers’ comets dash cross the ebony sky,

watch them with me, while with love we fly~

far beyond the infinite glowing universe

to a place where our hearts sweetly converse.

Lost in time, and in each others gaze…

love enthralls our souls and our heads amazed.

With but the touch of our lips locked in a lovers’ kiss,

we realize that love’s call, we could not resist.

So, dance this dance of life and love we now share,

for together we’ll grow old, but our love will stay fair.

And in the twilight of our lives’ ages past…

Our hearts will stay new, for we’ve found love to last.

when sentences just don't cut it

As words come together, bringing to life deep feelings, passions, and desires, they paint still pictures of the moments of love and other bittersweet ironies of our day to day. Your minds and hearts are my canvas, the written word my brush, and this is my art.

Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing, at its highest level….A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. It helps to change the shape and significance of the universe and helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him.

Poetry is the most honest and immediate art form that I have found; it is raw and unfiltered. It is a vital and creative expression and deserves to find greater forums to be more highly valued, understood, and utilized in our culture and in our lives. There is such wonderful poetry in the world that wants to be given a voice. My hope is to help inspire an appreciation and expression of that voice.

My art, my voice, my cluttered soul…

#1

~Dawn~

An angel, robbed in spotless white,

Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.

Night woke to blush; the spirit was gone.

Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.