Your beauty deep inside
Behind those bedroom eyes
Most men will fail to find
With you only as a prize
I can see it clear as day
Shining from your soul
Hiding from the prey
It truly makes you whole
So wipe away your tears
Set your beauty free
Leave behind your fears
Come walk away with me
One half is submerged in light,
the other in darkness.
Half says goodnight and the other
tugs the harness.
Kids climb backyard trees tinged
with school bus yellow.
As lovers play hide and seek
in the nighttime meadow.
Training wheels lay abandoned -
youthful eyes bear cornea confidence.
The silver spokes whistle through copper leaves -
once in a lifetime decadence.
August stars say their last farewell
in glorious beelines.
Whilst wrinkled fingers grasp the moon
in delicious daytime.
A woman dressed in white walks down the aisle -
her father proudly flaunts.
As a preacher recites Scripture at a funeral:
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want...
A newborn's laugh lights the whole world up
with effortless ease.
Whilst a pair of liver-spotted legs
unbuckles its knees.
One takes the first step -
the other reaches the end of the line.
One is a wealth of wisdom -
and the other is a gift divine.
Tiny toes to caress the sand,
ashes to sprinkle in the sea -
as if Nature itself has read aloud
On the island of Comino
Naked rocks are burning hot,
Without mercy, sun at midday
Robs the shade from every spot.
It’s a bare desolate area,
Here the snakes are free to crawl,
Lazy lizards meditating
Where the gnarled wild bushes sprawl.
I trudge on towards the inlet
Drawn by water cyan blue;
It’s deserted and inviting
For it’s known only to few.
I arrive and there to greet me
On dry sand a wondrous sight
I behold, sensual, alluring
Virgin flowers dressed in white.
*Comino is one of the islands that
form the Maltese Archipelago.
22nd January, 2015
Contest: Hidden Beauty
Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Smoke comes off the chimney tops
Trails behind the breeze as the rain drops
Hurdles under the clouds to seek shelter
Disappears in the vapor of a darkest winter
Snapped under my coat I ran to shelter
My steps tracing the trail of glass
Sweat dripped down my palms elevated
I lift my knees and walk agitated
Took a second to notice, a scarf hanging
Neck loose, head bottled, scalp dangling
Cold breath sneaked up and down my neck
As the lady grasped sight of her final dread
My gaze slid under her skirt
Her undone hair and bloody shirt
All climbed to intertwine juxtaposed above
Merciless, spineless, slithering gloves
Ice-clawed eyes stared back in horror
Hands clenched in fists flagrant in color
Put a finger on his lips and whispered
A tone that struck my nerves unhindered
Speak a word and you're next
Don't put my patience to the test
Walk away, disappear, 'cause if I find you
You'll pray that god take you before I do
I couldn't hesitate twice abt walking
Suddenly, he cringed and started falling
Branches broke as his neck followed behind
Snapping backwards, dispersing his spine
I slowly walked over and found a note
To whom it may concern, sloppy hands wrote
I am but a victim, of this woman's throat
the day she stabbed me, the day she spoke
I'm but a lonely spirit roaming free
Why has this lady followed me
To murder all that I loved and once cared for
To sweep off the little things I'd die for
She was Lady Death, the one we all fear
Seductively laying us to eternal rest
Drove me to heaven, doors slid clear
Her arms wide open, her warm loving chest
Then to hell I went for my earthly deeds
The torture I've seen for all those years
And you're next in a line of slaves
A queue of misery, a farm of graves
Your eyes have seen a deadly charm
Life as you know it is far long gone
Prepare for a sinfully long run
Here she comes, load your gun
You asked me to forgive you
Still you would cause me pain again
Your words rained down like daggers
Soaking my soul with so much pain
I know i was taught to forgive
It became harder every day
All the ways you had to hurt me
I was the game you loved to play
You had quite an imagination
The ways you would describe my demise
Thankfully I chose not to follow
Yours was a pathway paved with lies
In my mind I reinvented
Chose a future that was worthwhile
Yes I took a few steps backwards
Still moving forward all the while
As the gap between us lengthened
God took my heart and made it whole
Yes beginnings are important
I learned forgiveness plays a role
It was not so much about you
Or all the things that you had done
My healing could not be complete
Without knowing God's only Son
There is light beyond the darkness
Perhaps one day I will see your face
I hope you asked God for forgiveness
Your sins will be gone without a trace
If my Savior can forgive you
The way he has forgiven me
There is more to who you were
Than what I was able to see
I forgive you dad
Rough winds blowing
Washing wild waves ashore
Scattering about seashells
It always makes me want more
Since I met you my love the passion I harbor
for you knows no bounds or limits since our
love is genuine, special, and from the heart—
I’m always so happy to be with you my darling.
Every time I see you and we meet, it’s just like
starting over with both of us so glad to see one
another with that hopeless expectation of two
young kids with emotions and passions on fire.
Your kiss and your very touch release an ardent
and burning desire each and every time we caress
and hold one another so rapturously becoming one
at times shedding true tears from Cupid’s very arrow.
Our love—so special, so sensual, so real and true
gives us that unique reality of two lives and souls
united as one and always so very confident in our
lives as lovers, best of friends, and soul mates.
When we’re together no explanations are ever needed
as we both are most confident as one in what God has
star-charted for our destiny on this Earth and in Heaven
since the power and passion of our love is endless.
My Darling you and I are very much one of Cupid’s
success stories in finding one another, being always
together, and facing what life throws at us each day
yet always secure in our destiny and love as one.
My Darling, only poets and dreamers can see and
visualize the exquisite beauty of what we share in
our life together and the love we possess which is
worth walking to the very ends of this Earth for.
My Darling, My Love this is indeed our storied walk
together through this life and later into that infinite
Cosmos beyond as two best friends and lovers as ONE
in love with true passion always forever and forever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(November 24, 2014) (Unrhymed Quatrain)
The ev'ning sun reclines and dips
Her trailing skirts into the fire;
She lounges on the edge of dusk,
Her sultry lips, crimson desire.
With violet tints, her painted eyes,
Brazen behind a blushing cloud,
Stare into ev'ry lake and pond
To view the beauty she's endowed.
We sigh to see her slip beyond
The rim of sight; her lovely face
May never be just quite the same
As now, framed by the black tree lace.
May 8, 2014
Beside a gilded wall of white a dainty bench is resting;
Victorian accents swirl about the ornate room, providing
An elegance, a beauty in each line and curve, attesting
To cultured tastes and upscale life, and hours spent deciding
What shapes and colors best would suit the airy, springtime feeling:
But looking closely, something there upon the bench reposes,
A lady's fan and soft kid gloves, their jumbled state revealing
What hasty movements cast them all aside when fragrant roses
Arrived in state with baby's breath, and some white note, nigh hidden
In bursting blooms of rainbow hue, by unknown hands delivered:
And having noted thus, the eye could not but roam unbidden
To she who holds the rose bouquet, to she who slightly shivered
With thoughts that youths so oft imagine, thoughts that made her giddy
And blushed her cheeks the color of the rosy dress cascading
With lacy ruffles from her shoulders, looking just as pretty
As her face, which looks for all the world like roses never fading;
Two lips like shiny cherries, or the poppies that she tends to,
Complexion like a creamy rose with hints of pink surrounding
The fragile outer curling of its leaves; brown eyes that send you
A warm, quick-spreading feeling, like the first hot sunrays bounding
Thro' seas of blue to make the greengrass grow. Now look, she's taking
The little note from out among the stems; perhaps with quiet
And careful steps the message could be read; I have to try it.
"My dearest Rose, I never could imagine so befitting
A name for one who does resemble all that man finds charming
In lovely blossoms: beauty surely, grace as they are flitting
In breezes sweet of scent, and frailty, which I find disarming;
So here's a gift no prettier and sweet than you. Sincerely,
A man that loves you more than you could know.
Quatrains of decapentasyllabic verse followed by a single line of iambic pentameter.
Written by Isaiah Zerbst. Published for the first time January 26, 2015.
As I walk through the forest
I hear the silence of the wood
Nature is at contest
Where beasts once stood
The wind rustling the trees
Shaking to the ground
Earth creeping with weeds
Smell nature all around
Creatures climbing high
Beasts burrowing deep
No birds in the sky
Cause nature to weep
As the one on two arrives
And takes nature in threes
Those on four will not survive
Save the five he never sees
This new beast that comes
And ploughs the land
Nature come undone
By this one hand
All the animals they scatter
To lands far and wide
As nature begins to shatter
Turn, to run and hide
Blood spills over the earth
From this hand that strikes
Against nature's last birth
The cry that fills the nights
As the earth turns to mud
I hear the silence of death
With a resounding thud
Nature takes it's last breath
As man turns and walks away
His unholy quest now done
Head hung low in dismay
For now in nature there is none
Falling to his knees
Precious air has gone
Along with the trees
Natures vengeance is long
Too late does man learn
That nature holds all
These things that he yearns
And by ignorance he'd fall
His body by earth reclaimed
To bring about new life
Man's name once shamed
Nature, reborn without strife
Hold my hands and sing me to sleep
Before the dreams sink too deep
Through the night walk me to the shore
To a land where greetings are peaceful snores
Let the moon talk about the day
Let it tell off our journey to the bay
Let the stars carry me with the morning breeze
Back to the fields, the empty willow trees
Let the wintersun embrace the darkness in my head
Let it lift my soul from beneath the bed
Down the beach and on the shore
On the clouds with worries no more
Free of speech, my mind sinks to sleep
Free of love my heart trembles to keep
Free of fear, my shudders float astray
Free of noises my ears chase away
To safety to nothing make me see
To claim a state I may never be
Take me to the old willow tree
Where the white snow buried me
The sun plunged
In the space of silence,
The summer has been extended
In a slow wandering ...
The orb has been drunk,
Gradually, by fringes.
> We did not hear anything,
From the fall of the angel ...
The horizon has folded its wings around
Confusing the distants ...
Evening invades what remains of the day
In a jiffy.
Water reflections exchanges
The colors overrated,
With the sky full of oranges,
The trees are just silhouettes ...
The night the already marks yesterday
This is a timely opportunity,
Where piercing welcoming clouds
unfolds, shamelessly ,the moon ...
It will take an earth tour,
And plenty of patience,
For the solar triumph reappears
In its rebirth ,
As clarity rises
And progresses slowly
Until the most intense moment, at its solstice,
To the top of the firmament.
And the celestial body draws, now
All things , in gold drops ,
..... - And this is another day.
It drinks in his turn and evaporates it....
Le soleil a plongé
Dans l'espace du silence,
L'été s'est prolongé
Dans une lente errance...
L'astre a été bu,
Petit à petit, par franges.
> Nous n'avons rien entendu,
De la chute de l'ange...
L'horizon a replié ses ailes, autour
Confondant les lointains...
Le soir envahit ce qu'il reste de jour,
En un tournemain.
Les reflets des eaux échangent
Des couleurs surfaites ,
Avec le ciel tout en oranges,
Les arbres ne sont que silhouettes...
La nuit, marque déjà l'hier,
C'est l'occasion opportune,
Où, perçant des nuées hospitalières,
se dévoile, sans pudeur, la lune...
Il faudra un tour de terre,
Et beaucoup de patience,
Pour que réapparaisse le triomphe solaire,
Dans sa renaissance ,
Que la clarté se hisse
Et progresse lentement,
Jusqu'au plus intense, à son solstice,
Au sommet du firmament.
Et l'astre dessine maintenant ,
Toutes choses en gouttes d'or,
..... - Et c'est un autre jour.
Il le boit à son tour, puis l' évapore....
Such a beautiful, blooming rose,
There is no reason to be shy,
So, why let your petals close,
When the sun is low in the sky.
Daisies and daffodils arrive in spring,
But, roses are rare, delicate flowers,
Brilliant sunsets are also amazing things,
So, why shy away in the midnight hours.
A rainbow of colors shine in daylight,
Pretty pink, sunny yellow, and rosy red,
But, don't be afraid of the night,
Don't go to sleep in your flower bed.
Look up, and behold the radiant moon,
Gaze at every shimmering, falling star,
The sun will be rising again, soon,
So, wait and see these beauties that are.
You do not experience any of this,
When you only awaken in early morn,
What celestial wonders you do miss,
But, every rose must have it's thorn.
She was looking my way, I had nothing to say,
Though I'd dreamed that this day would transpire;
With her beaux all around, why would she look at me
With such interest and playful desire?
She was heading my way, what on earth would I say
To the prettiest girl in the town?
And how could I bear all her sunshiny hair
Or her eyes, speckled golden and brown?
I thought, "This is the one! Mercy, here comes the sun!
If I stare, I shall surely be blind:
Though I be somewhat plain, if she choose to remain
I'd be last in the county to mind."
Then my eyes turned away as she sweetly did say
Pretty phrases I cannot recall;
And I mumbled replies, though they might have been lies,
Since I cannot remember at all.
Of that bright day in May but one thing I can say,
She was dressed in a soft yellow gown;
'Twas a lemony hue that was buttery too,
And with eight shiny pearls buttoned down.
Then I asked if she'd dance at the Cunningham's manse,
At the ball on the fourteenth of June;
She replied, "Oh, how good! Yes, I certainly would;
And I hope I shall talk to you soon."
What a wonderful day! Still with nothing to say
I just whistled an old happy tune;
Having primrosy dreams of sweet peaches and cream
As I counted the hours of June.
(Written February 12, 2014)
Grasshoppers and katydids
Cactus, growing in the sand
Palm trees near the ocean
May-apples in the woodland
Parrots squawking in the jungle
Moss creeping over rotten logs
Luscious ferns filling forests
Huge dinosaurs, tiny tree frogs
Watercress and lettuce leaves
English ivy, honeysuckle vines
Grass snakes and lunar moths
Cedar, fir, spruce, and pines
Myriad grasses, filling meadows
And blanketing every lawn
Fields of corn and sugarcane
Fat caterpillars, tiny inchworms
The stem of every flower
the fat shell of every bean
Looking around, it would seem
Our Father favors the color green
*Past silver groves of willows weeping
near a crystal stream,
I move with an excitement flowing
in my vibrant dream.
Those colors that I take for granted
in the concrete world
shine brilliantly like buds of roses
that have come unfurled.
Ahead there is a field of daisies -
wild yellow in bloom.
I’m feeling golden; such enchantment
whisks away all gloom.
Atop a hill as bright a green as
Ireland’s emerald isle -
as day’s last rays of sun shine down - is
where I’ll stay a while.
Inside my dream appears white parchment;
in my hand a quill!
Across the sky there splashes splendor;
all the earth grows still.
A white swan’s feather now dips into
ink a cobalt blue.
As sky bursts crimson, I am painting
all this dream for you!
*Past silver groves of willows weeping
is a line I borrowed from Heather Ober's "Into the Gloaming"
Written by Andrea Dietrich
For Richard Lamoureux's Pick a Line Any Line Poetry Contest
To have lived not being loved at all -
hunchbacked like a question mark-
your soul continuously on parole
imagine beauty in the dark
Perhaps we passed each other in the speed
of different trains colliding with the time
in one - abandoned newborn girl in need
the other - useless vagabond and wine.
Was it your Soul who shook the Jacaranda tree
and made it burst and rain with purple fairies?
Or just a whispered cry within the depth of me -
too much horizon and no space for prairies...
Imagine beauty in the dark
When wings demolish walls of sorrow
I'll die again an injured lark
Reborn in Phoenix bird tomorrow.
The lady In Red
She missed out on the green silk dress; it was sold before she did buy
But when the red dress came to the store she did not let this one pass her by
The Lady in Red as she became known set out to dazzle and beguile
She would turn many a head with such a dazzling sexy smile.
This femme fatal set off, not realising the power she did now hold
The swaying of the hips, she was indeed a picture of beauty to behold
Its low cut neck did display a white décolleté of rare fine beauty
Many came and offered his hand, on one knee as was his duty
The Lady In Red was not easily won, her heart she kept hidden away
Those that tried to win her, found there was a hefty price to pay
The lady in the fire red dress, sashaying down the street
Had them stepping out of doors, and stopping cars just to meet.
One day the Lady In Red fell in love, and then the problems did start
She found there was a price to pay, when she wanted to give her heart
From praying to the devil one day, a dazzling beauty she asked to be
He answered her request with a warning; “Your soul will belong to me.”
She was willing to pay any price to wear the red dress so beguiling
She didn’t look behind her or she would have seen the Devil smiling
The fine print on her request to the Devil, she did not bother to read
‘Your heart and soul will belong to me that’s the payment for your greed.’
The Lady In Red could not give love, just sashay far and wide
Sweeping young bloods off their feet, then casting them out with evening tide
Her heart would have broken, if it was still hers to keep
The young man she fell in love with, was the one that made her weep
He promised love and devotion if only her heart she could give
When she said that didn’t belong to her, he didn’t want to live
She tried to shed some tears but the devil dried them with his fiery finger
“Next time you want something so bad, you better not let your eye linger.”
You asked for dazzling beauty, you promised you were willing to pay
Don’t come weeping to me because you have given true love away
Beauty was more important to you than a genuine heart full of love
You can take this young blood with you, and join as the hand in a glove
But this love you found, this love you desire, the price must still be paid
You can take this handsome youth, but under the ground he must be laid
His life I ask in full recompense and then your love to him you can give
But it will have to be in this lifetime, because you will not be allowed to live.
Colorful symphonies sound
As red and gold bells fall down,
Shook loose by crisp cool air,
Tinkling their way to the ground.
Displayed on the limbs of trees
Are rich orange marmalade leaves,
Visions of autumn’s dessert
Tasting sweetly upon the breeze.
Autumn brews warm concoctions
With auras of perfection
And richly spiced aromas,
Which soothe our frayed emotions.
Fall’s festive nature brings out
A spirited dancing shout
And lovely celebrations
With beauty bursting about.
For: Autumn's Beauty Contest
I heard, idle hands are the Devils workshop
So I did my very best to keep busy
I worked, worked, worked, for the future
While so many others were taking it easy
Focusing on all the goals I must reach
All the while my life was flying by
Now here I am closer to the end
Missing so much and left to ponder why
My priorities wrong, I was in need of quiet
Moments that could have refreshed my soul
Time spent in nature away from it all
Pieces of idle, meant to make me whole
The devil, keeps us out of the garden
So that we don't contemplate the Lord
He tells us it's better, to keep our hands busy
if we're too quiet we'll surely be bored
Don't get me wrong, I value hard work
Yet in excess, these become Idol hands
Searching for happy, in material things
Failing to follow my Savior's commands
Thankfully He made this burden lighter
There are quiet times filled with rest
Thankfully there's peace, within balance
From God's hands I have been truly blessed
Inspired by Mel Merrill's short poem "Be There Still".
Oh gentle rain
come to me now
please wash this pain from me
in lifes unkindness I'm immersed
and need to be set free
Oh gentle breeze
please breathe new life
into this dying soul
from my travels I am weary
refresh and make me whole
Oh flowers sweet
let me hide
among your beauty fair
touch me with your loveliness
and leave your beauty there
Oh come to me
in kindness please
with your gentle ways
the world it has inflicted me
and darkened all my days
Oh come to me
and touch my heart
please change this dark to light
take away the ugliness
that turned my day to night
Your love is like the color of the wind
Where you surely have lovely green flared eyes
The air burns with a hot flare from above
Rage fires from deep within like one despised
Harmony displays not one keen aspect
She opens not my mind but my pure heart
May my hair envelope, my souls escape
To fill my cup with the divine impart
Her eyes, a beauty that I can’t dispel
She takes me down into the fiery depths
Passion is king and love’s an afterthought
No matter my happy heart, I have wept
It goes deeper than any caves around
Love goes beyond the boundaries we set
The wind plays it part within the grand scheme
I hope to always see and not forget
The sunlight brings cheer to our tender lives
Where the air burns like fire bringing passion
Love harbors cloudless skies that’s softly here
Where it all has brought love in pure action
He was a connoisseur of beauty
But not of the usual kind
He saw the beauty within
Which others could not find
When he looked at a woman
He saw the sparkle of her soul
With his sweet knowing smile
Her virtues he did extol
His eyes caressed the beauty
That lay within her heart
With words of affirmation
Painted her as a work of art
He was touched by her beauty
That went beyond her face
In each line of her full body
Exquisite beauty he could trace
The connoisseur was an expert
At making her feel divine
He gently pointed out
Her hidden qualities so fine
When he had tasted her beauty
He lingered over each glass
Savoring her texture and fullness
He rated her as first class
The bottle she had come in
He held onto with a firm grip
Then he set aside the glass
Lifted the bottle to his lip
He licked the very last drop
Inebriated was he by her taste
A connoisseur of real beauty
Not a drop would he waste
And so she poured herself out
To the connoisseur of her soul
She gave him what he desired
For his love had made her whole
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The dandelion sat along on the hill
watching the rose's play.
He asked to join the fun and games;
is it all right if I stay?
The rose's said, you can not play,
for you are not one of us.
Go back to your hill to your grassy clump,
and don't you make a fuss.
For we are tall with our beautiful stems
and nicely shaped leaves.
Our petals are grand,
the best in the land,
so stay away you weed.
A beautiful flower, tall and grand,
you are, the dandelion sighed.
Your petals are grand, the best in the land,
but i'd rather be pretty inside.
For the rose's and their beauty so grand,
will fade and wither with time,
but the dandelion's beauty within,
is one thing that will never die.
Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned
The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as if you could reach out and brush with your hand
This candy floss coating ceiling our land
Many meadows I walked through capturing the sounds
Listening to her marvels in cinema surround
Technicolour rainbows so radiant to the eye
Such beauty in nature, understandably why
I reach the turn-style that leads to the forest walk
Listening to the breeze through the trees as if they talk
These pillars of stature, as old as grandfathers years
Many stories they could tell, that would bring you to many tears
As I stroll through the leafy lanes, mapped out over many years
Trampled underfoot by it's inhabitants, badgers and beautiful red deer
I now reach the stream as I follow it's meandering flow
To a pool at it's end where past maidens bathed in glow
My ears now pick up sounds of singing and a splashing
Resonating from the pool, a glimpse of pink now flashing
A lady stands before me, bathing in the stream
Scarlet clothing in sporadic lay, am I in some kind of dream
I call out to this beauty as she turns and looks at me
Towards the bank she walks, and invites me in with she
Knee deep in crystal waters our bodies close in touch
My clothing now drifts away, the two of us in clutch
Into our eyes we both now look as blood flows through my veins
Her touch is soft and gentle, my hands now stroke her mane
Deeper we edge out as she floats and hugs my waist
The two of us in join in this beautiful serene quiet place
Our emotion creates commotion as our undulations reach the shore
Ripples of joy they are as underwater hands explore
The coldness incites a reaction, in pert and firm caress
In delightful blend we release, two souls in loving press
Kissing we reach the bank, on her summer dress we lie
Sighing in breathless spoon, we stare at the green canopy sky
Many, many hours have passed, lying naked below the peeking sun
This is the day I met my scarlet woman, the day our lives began
I can see sparks in your eyes
mind stirred by an inner fire,
That touches and electrifies
fingers with Poetic desire;
Crack of spark jumping gap
from your tips to Poetic writ,
And, explode like thunder clap
with satire and sizzling wit.
Dedicated to Poetic Killer A
28th Sept' 2013
I see your work budding,
like a flower each new day.
Slowly blooming more and more,
bringing color to a time that’s gray.
Your colorful petals are amazing,
the way you reflect the sun.
And your beauty still remains,
after the beauty of the day is done.
For your work radiates,
here on Poetry Soup.
We are all poetic flowers;
part of a big garden group.
I am writing this poem,
to the poetic flower you are.
You glisten each new day,
from way, way, afar.
If life was a big garden,
a flower you would be.
With flourished poetic petals,
named the Rose of Poetry.
For Belinda Parish
a fellow souper for her
by Sue K Green
Pretty are the snowflakes
As I watch them fall
Covering up the landscape
Pretty scene for all
I like to watch the snowflakes
They put on quite a show
As they flit and scatter
Everywhere they go
So many are the snowflakes
Falling down on me
I wouldn’t now start counting
A daunting task that be
Cold are the snowflakes
As too is the air
Hat, coat, and gloves now
A must for me to wear
White now are the snowflakes
Covering the ground
Careful not to slip now
Ice too is all around.
Streetlights on the snowflakes
Make for a pleasing glow
I watch now out my window
At still falling snow.
Majestic he stands
Head held high and proud
Until I draw near tack in hand
His mussel to my chest he bows
Our eyes fixed
With deepest affection
Respect from me
From him acceptance
His nostrils flair
He inhales my scent
A bond beyond fences
A mutual consent
About horse and rider
How can I explain
This communion of splendor
With reverent candor
Can any man compare
Who would be considered grander
Horse or rider if you dare
Nobility without pride
Beauty without vanity
Majesty without disciple
Power without violence
Do you still wonder why I'm longing for the ride
When he challenges the wind for speed
Brushed by heaven with every stride
Intimacy mounted here on "Spirit's Pride"
My steed and I in harmony
Exhilaration captivates my senses
Pounding hooves, his earthen scent
Taut muscles ripple in sweat profusely drenched
He heeds the slightest touch of rein
His saddle is my alter of prayer
When he on oceans sands a trot
My soul is healed all disrepair
In bed I lay awake tonight my mind a heavy load
His blaze is blazoned in my memory burned
Of black night mane and chestnut coat
A quatrain tribute to his name he's earned
Still you may not understand
This yearning so many take in stride
Of horse and rider pure joy provider
And oh such longing for the ride
My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.