Best Path Poems

Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery) 

Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely, 
Sinister through hostile spirits only,

I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only in time, our minds will mend

Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they sit alone
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough
Is what they left

Obsessed with the dead without a death
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill
Coal mining hearts that will never heal
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous
  
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone
Where the night takes place in the dark
The ebony rides under the diamond bark
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”

:) pd

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

The Clouds

"THERE HE WAS HOLDING HIS HAND OUT"

=voice=
God, can I hold your hand and follow you?

"Gods voice"
My child, it is I who will walk with you! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across earth. Your love and devotion are what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You ran to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles and tribulations. We could not speak, it was my light that kept you from going weak.

=voice=
God, are you a dream of beauty? The holy book.
My preacher spoke of the afterlife, calling it paradise. 
I remember now, I felt this company once before, this light.
Many times, I forsake the light and still you never left my door.
I felt it on the day I was born, 
the day I became baptized in your holy name. 
I felt this light before, can you explain it once more? 
Lord pleases clarify the day I fell down to my knees, accepted Jesus as my savior? 
On that day, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my  failures’.  
Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

"Gods voice" 
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, 
Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. 
My child, you were not searching for the right answers.

=voice= 
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray enough?

"Gods voice"
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself,  
I always answered even when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your soul's disguises.

=voice= 
Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? 
My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence-- 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

"Gods voice"
Getting right with me has brought you here!

=voice= 
One more question My Heavenly Father
Can I see My Daughter, Mothers, Sisters, family, and friends?

<3

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

Artillery Rain

~Perfect Rain~

I can see!
All the tribulations around
A rage against the burning wind
Nobody hears the crackling sounds in my voice
Everybody avoids feeling the smoke hidden within
A rain so deep it burns all the enamel off my skin
A rain that cut my soul in half
Two-piece that will not entwine or merge down a dragon path
I feel this eternity has no ending blaze
Trigger happy rain, extinguishing a bonfire around my rose.

I will sleep under the artillery stars tonight
With the perfection of my fiery crystal lava teardrops
Washing the ashes of my face,
Suppressing the overwhelming fear
Knowing no one will ever, "BLAME IT ON THE RAIN!" 
As long as the torch keeps loading another artillery round.

~*~
PD
4/12/12
Trashed  #3, sponsor, Broken Wings
Date Trashed November 2nd, 2015

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

GREEN- reborn

GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!

My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green jeans.
I am hypnotize by the color green.
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream.
I lay on the grass so green.
I won a jackpot of green.
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream.
My eyes are shaded green.
My jealousy comes in the color green.
I diet on green veggies that are lean.
The Green Bay Packers are my favorite team.
I believe all frogs should come in green.
It’s a family gift to carry a green thumb gene.
My garden has the greenest life I have ever seen.
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green.
The Irish do not all believe in green.
In my greenhouse all, the plants are full of good self-esteem.
I'm the jester who wore a green beret for the king and queen.
The unripe sour apple is moldy green!
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean.
Why do all leprechauns wear color green? 
Not all clovers have only three leafs of green.
Green is the middle color of the rainbow team.
Good Luck, Care Bear's charming eyes are emerald green.
My favorite color has always been green.
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen.



.         (a) S.K.A.T. POETRY (re-post) by;p.d.
.                 3-17-10  (update) 3-17-11

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011

The Forest

"What happens in the forest stays in the forest"

The trees are trimmed, 
The leaves on the ground 
Proposing passion, sweet mist
Naked with nothing to bare or wear
Nature's breath lightens the atmosphere
She breathes in, he breathes out
The auditory sensation of rain 
   - drums down and deepens
The course is near its end, 
Deep in this forest night
A Gentleman among the trees, 
Hibernating new seeds 

"On the other side of the forest"
He guides a path, with ebony eyes
A convincing vent, I accept
The fear is broken, I sleep in glee
The whispers disappear 
Drying in peace by the secret bayou 
Broad leaves lay under raw landscape
Lulled by the chills he quills
A quarter past midnight 
Mr Romantic
   - prepares the new sheets of Winter. 

11-11-15
~*~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015

Hot And Cold Comes The Night

LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION 


You
must know
I cried yesterday 
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet and sour coated seeds
I grew free standing expressions and then I joined 
them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces 
in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt
to confuse and deceive. I offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment 
It is an honour to have you visit my page. The pleasure I assure you is all mine



WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST



FIVE


I loved you centuries before we were born.
You lived in my dreams before I ever slept.
When others wasted time picking flowers
I waited for when it was time to pick you.

Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner.
You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space.
Your desire for them would melt away the ice age.

I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I 
could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright 
it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital 
as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past.

I want to be that magician who does not bother with 
illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden.


TWO


We were at the fair, joviality in the air.
A memory filed, I was a young child 
holding balloons floating round like full moons
in vivid colours bright. Fixed on this joyous sight
I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine.
If I had not let go of them.  If I hadn't watched them
as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower
I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt.
Hope gloats, hope floats.
either your way or just away.


THREE


sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot
to walk barefoot........on the concrete path
still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat
I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that.

sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer...
with all of my clothes on...I do it in the evening......as
I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle 
peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock...
                    revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever                    


SEVEN


ours was a paper mâché love
living in a cut out cardboard home
with a macaroni art painted lawn
and nothing real to call our own
nothing solid that we could hold.

we tried stacking lego bricks
but you have to be able to pop your cheek 
to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build.
the castle we assembled didn't pass the test.
so much for fairy tales - hello reality check.

we rolled the dice but our thimble went 
straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped.
can you hear that buzzing the operation failed. where 
are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might 
as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!"

we fell through 
the bunny hole 
where i - jack fell ddddownnn
nnnnnnn and broke my crown 
and you - jill came tumbling 
aaaaaaaaaaafterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr


EIGHT


it is a choreographed ballet our love
stands strong
legs at the base digging deep
build roots
delicate hands branched out
reach high
long slim fingers define twigs
draw space
the body of our trunk thick
sweet filled
music fills our human needs
one sound
wind pixies dance meticulously 
the air 
sunlight leaks effectively through
dark spots
lifts carries holds and shapes
our smiles
it is a choreographed ballet our love
in sync
our bodies their senses once immersed in I 
now us 


ONE


I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on 
mine. When I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch.


NINE

Always,
no matter the roar or intensity of the storm
how severe the attack even out of the norm
Always,
i offer my hand with sincerity
aim to deal with it peacefully.
Always!


SIX


then suddenly it hits
like a swarm of locus.
a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind
my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom.

every bone stiffens,
when I move, a sound
of dead dried out forest twigs
breaking against the boots of hikers
echoes in the confined space of my skull.

i reach for a pill
slowly it dissolves
under my tongue
i wait 
and 
i wait 
and 
i wait
...

my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap.
i assume the position, lying on an unstable floor. the creature 
depression is now in full control of my faculties. this too i will survive
...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive.


FOUR


there is a deafening hush...
silently raging through the core 
of my existence...still...I am humbled 
by the light and the love I have witnessed 
in my brief appearance...........here on Earth

there is a river...that walks at my side...
walks with me........at the same stride...




April 14 2015
Armand 

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

Together we are strong

Oh my distant friend
come, let me take care of your broken soul
let my arms be your shelter - your sanctuary
the path ahead may seem obscure
hold my hand - let me guide you home
don't be nervous - you can rely upon me
take my strength, hope and spirituality
let them be the foundations for stability
there will be days full of darkness
but you have the power to conduct light
deep within your heart - the will to survive
sometimes... you will want to give up
but, remember
I need you, your friendship is so special
we need you - you brighten up our day
they need you - your love is irreplaceable 
together we can sing words of wisdom
when you are drowning, let me be your bridge over troubled water
I won't pretend - I will stand by you - I get angry too
lean on me - we all have pain - we all have sorrow
any day of the week.... I'll be there - you just gotta call
Be at peace my friend... Together we are strong

Dedicated to a special friend..

An Epic Love For Women

I know you're not here

but you are in my heart 

so 

you are always with me

i'll just slip into you

with these words.
 
I know 
there are mountains
dwarf the cities below 
peaks that stride above the heavens
attempt to graze the planets if even so lightly.

That
there is a special star that rises daily
against shades of air lit.

They tell me
there is a wide deep void that is grand - a canyon
not too far for any adventurer who dares to look down its throat.

Our world is tightly splattered in miraculous views.

I remember diving through the horizon 
where on the other side
I found intricate scenes

I walked down a dock straight into an orange wine sunset
through to steps led to a bridge 
walked across to an enchanted glitter covered road
to a winding path with a floating pink shaded fog
until I wandered into an explosion of nature.

Once,
alone,
I witnessed a mud escarpment
with splashes of burgundy, shades of maroon,
tones in burnt copper and chestnut browns.
I found a rare waterfall 
rushing down into an inviting pool
a crystal clear deep blue lagoon unused
around it emerald spruces gathered in a cluster of trust.

All in all so alluring I willingly stripped bare and melted into
the refreshing fully chilled basin down to its coral bottom.
I was greeted by an array of tropical aquatic life.
Nude, free, happy
I swam in the simplicity of the moment.

Another time it was
a blinding white wavy desert floor 
totally stripped for miles,
then one 
just one live growing plant 
it looked like tall fanned out verdant fingers.
Remarkable,
however 
what a thin shadow it cast.

A bright blue scrim provided a contrast 
framed for a photographer to snap.
Floats in white, 
scarce 
were frozen in place 
and not a wire was evident,
just motionless etchings.

I sat on the burning sand 
took a position and meditated.
My mantra, 
rebounded off the thickness of the sultry atmosphere 
I heard my own voice return to fill me.
I bathed in the simplicity of the moment.

Yes
I love this world
All its treasures
I swear  

But you,
ah you

Not all of nature 

Not the sun that lights the day
sprinkles the skin in its brilliant sheen
or the moon that with 
its romantic smile
its alluring suggestions 
seduces even the least romantic of us.

Not the miraculous 
vegetation of every kind 
or the moss laden beds where lovers have often laid as one
linked to one another - inspired by natures erotic whisper.

Ah
but you,

I would sacrifice all else,

just to breathe in your love 
just to bathe in you.

You my passionate want.

Our love is my Mecca.

When I hold you softly in the strength of my arms.
Touching your face sends shivers through my consciousness,
holding your hand is like plugging into bliss,
watching your mouth,
the dent above your lips,
you know I overdose ecstatic 
when mine touches yours.

I want to stay - mine on yours,
as we speak, as we dream.
How I love your smile your laugh.

I hold you in the enchantment of my mind.
I caress you in the secret chambers of my dreams.
I cherish your scent - infinite, singular, invigorating.
I roll with you in the autumn leaves of my imagination.

I wish you everything - for you are everything to me.

I would if I could
I would reach beyond my grasp to,

to pull Magic from my hat.
Squeeze a snowball into a skating rink
just to dance on water with you.

I will love you into our after life,
no man as fortunate as me. 

They say reach for the stars 
you may end up with the moon.
I reached.
I got you,
my universe.
No man as fortunate as me.

Let me make every step you take safe, secure, pillowy soft
try not to faint from the sheer fragrance of you.

               Together we are sunset shadows,
shadows that will never fade.
               Imprinted permanently on the iris 
of the early evening sky light.

(pause)

do you remember back when we just met

do you remember when it started to sleet
when we used the bark from trees
to toboggan down the circled path of the mountain

dizzy 
we hit the brakes

brakes crafted
from the branches of a spruce 

but friction 
lit them like matches on kerosene 

and i really think the smoke filled
our lungs
travelled to our heads
because
even before the sleet turned to hail
we slipped under the lawn

spent hours and hours
covered in each other's silky embrace
and i confess i peered at every drop of you
treated my eyes to your 
unveiled 
natural 
naked 
nothing but you 
splendour
i held that moment 
fragile as it was
with the greatest of care
and hold it still with the same reverence

and i really think nothing should feel

that good 

because 

it just led us to lock lips 
and you know i could of kissed you 
an eon 
passed through it
as if it were a fraction of a second

our hearts synced
and i really think that
our breathing
our voices 
melting into the air
playing like music 
is what drove us mad 

and i get very creative 
when i go mad 
the stuff "crazy good" is made of

it must of worked because
we finally reached the peak of our crescendo 
laid in the sublime of one another
i must of loss consciousness 

because

i still don't remember our rendezvous ending

but it must of

because i immediately 
felt your absence 

and i really think that's why 
i wrote you

why i wrote

wanna slip under the lawn

   again

and i really think that's why
we've been 

why we've been 

     together forever

Dec 2015
armand 

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

A tribute to Leonora G

~ Yolanda was--her name ~    Featuring:) Leonora Galinta

From a hell storm,
A mighty she-devil took on its form
Like a woman scorn ascending from the sea
Haiyan whipped across the central Philippines,
A deadly typhoon, maximum winds of around 315 
Terrorizing the fragile mind before making landfall
Hitting with the center eye off from her hostility 
A merciless turbulence that came and changed everything

Like a Massive Storm  
She comes in as the wise thief of the day and night, 
In her notorious gust of rage roars in disguise of thunder, 
With the company of her own knight of darkness, 
Raze all in a blast of waves wherever her path crosses, 
Ruining one of the cities down to a devastation in the land
“Pearl of the Orient Seas.” 

A mighty tempest in a woman’s name…. Yet, 
A disgrace with more than an immortal man in strength, 
Nature devouring nature itself 
Including her stewards and stewardesses
An unmerciful encroachment, robbing, killing adults and children. 

Yolanda, so cruel in her evil walloping!
A guest left smiling,
Engraving echoes of tears, from every single mourn
Vain, wicked, and colorless -no other air’s compare 
The lives she stole, one heart at a time
Pouring down the most nauseating rain, 
The pain is dissenting with everyone-- everywhere.
The bully of wind, invading sands of serenity

Unknowingly, far beyond your back----------------------------
Everybody will be summoning up more than your strength- 


:)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND

WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND


Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies,
peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars 
shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog
attached to curve hands of green Cathedrals.

A carpet of bluebells and daffodils
covers the earth below. Creeping slow are mosses
and vines hugging the trees. Polka dots 
of blood rich roses stand out.

Festoons of lavanders, garlands of lilacs
marched a primrose path for the queen 
while the fruits from cherries' hush blush;
to peaches supple flair winks on mellow pear.

Afloat midair are high and low golden notes 
trembling free upon river runs and bushes land.
Snaps and bounds from strums of bumblebees;
signal the nightingales to sing their anthem loud;

Their thumps of dulcet-sounds shake the hours.
Scents pure as Spring May cocoons the fair
while all around swirls the dragonflies--
the star dancers of the sun-kissed day.

Rushing wind whistles a lullaby to cast
a spell of never-never-land, for there live...
thumb-size flying creatures of their kind.
Regal in blinding white are the fays and fairies.

__________________________________________________
NEW TITLE: 

MY TRIP TO FAIRYLAND


Rainbow-sprinkled clouds marching above the skies,
Sun's golden rays peek in-between curved hands
of lush green Cathedrals crashing the net of fog  sleeping on the ground.

A carpet of bluebells plus flashing violets
exhale scents on the air. Sly-like mosses and vines
hug the trunk of trees. Polka dots of blood rich 
roses pose, standing grand.

Festoons of lavanders, garland of lilacs,
swelling banana blossoms, cherries hush-rush blushes
with peaches winking flair on frowning pears all prod
to honor the queen.

High and low golden notes tremble free upon river runs 
to proud bushes land. From strums of bumblebees
are leaps and pounds, luring nightingales'anthem
on a merry-dancing groove.

Thumps of dulcet-sounds shake the passing hours,
Rainbow hues cocoons the fair while all around dragonflies
twirl and dive-  they, the star-dancers of that sun kissed day.

Impressed wind whistles the lullaby spelling
never-never-land, for there... there live.. thumb-size flying creatures
regal in blinding white-- are the fays and fairies.

______________________________________________
POEM OF THE DAY ---April 07, 2015

©O.E> Guillermo
9:52 pm, April 05, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Fallen angel

An angel is banished from heaven.  Thrown down to Earth, until the angel learns its purpose. Whilst an innocent child is born into a dark and disgusting world of abuse and pain.

(The Angel)
A flash of light filled the skies causing confusion for all those who saw,
a small tremor was heard as he fell to earth.
his wings had been cut, blood still pouring from his wounds,
his halo has been smashed, replaced by baldness.
His ocean blue eyes had now turned a dark colour,
and his skin no longer soft or immaculate.

All around him were green fields, for miles and miles,
he stood there naked with the hot sun shining down on him.
In an array of confusement, he wandered and contemplated,
where had he come, what would be his fate as he followed an unwinding path.

The angel was shocked with what was around him,
the world was a place lost in hate, greed, selfishness and hedonistic needs.
Without a place to call home, cold and all alone,
the angel found a dark cave, for now it would be his solace.

Days, months and years passed and he too became like a mortal.
Lost amongst so many lost souls, he too searched his purpose.
In a world full of darkness, deceit and betrayal, he was lost.
Until, he decided to do what angels do best and help people.

(The broken hearted girl)
A beautiful young girl was born to a broken home,
both parents addicts and abusers, her childhood was lost.
Every day was full of pain, a new abuse even more sadistic than yesterday,
mocked by those who didn't understand, every day became harder and harder.

Every night the child prayed to God, to set her free,
to send her an angel who would protect her from the adversity.
But no one came, not even an angel, so she gave up waiting,
with no hope, she lost her faith and accepted her fate.

No one to turn to, no one to help, every night she cried herself to sleep,
her self esteem shattered, every morning was a new nightmare for her.
The trauma of her childhood lived with her forever,
so sensitive, even the smallest of things, would make her world fall apart.

Meanwhile, the angel set out to do his work, in a Godless world,
everyone he met he tried to help, to take away the pain, so they could lean on him..
He became a rock for all, even though many never stayed,
he was happy he had helped them and they had moved on.

But, deep inside, he knew he did not belong and longed to return,
to return to heaven, the place where he belonged, his soul was not from here.
His world had become a lonely place, no one really understood,
but until he found his purpose, he was still being punished.

Then came that fateful day, the little girl (who had grown into an adult),
decided that enough was enough so she decided to run away.
As she saw the door, she freed herself from the chains and ran and ran,
never looked back, not even once, just kept running into the open road.

Darkness fell, the star came out to shine, and the moon was her only guide,
cold, scared and hungry, she walked until she could find a place to rest.
Can you imagine, being in a place alien to you, that you had never seen,
a place with evil lurking around the corner, but something kept her walking.

Whilst out helping a homeless man, the angel heard a voice in his head that whispered:
"Go home".
So, off he walked down the unwinding path towards his cave.
At the same time, the girl, who had blossomed into a beautiful young lady,
caught the eye of a group of men, lost in lust, carnal desire and intoxication.
They grabbed the poor girl and dragged her towards the remote cave.

It began to rain heavily, lightning and thunder struck so powerfully,
that all the animals ran and hid.  All doors locked, just darkness.
the girl screamed, but no one heard her cries as she was dragged,
the angel getting wet, began to run, to get home quicker and answer the call of the voice

As he got closer he heard the cries of the girl,
the men were dragging her towards his cave, for an awful fate.
The angel, ran towards the men and asked them to let her be,
they laughed and mocked him and ignored his plea.

Suddenly the thunder became stronger and the lightning frequent,
the angel let out a violent scream which blew away the group of men.
As they ran away into the dark, the angel picked up the girl,
as he held her in his arms, a beautiful peace over came them.

Who was this man who had saved her, no one had ever shown her such love,
as tears rolled down her eyes, they fell onto the angel.
Behold, a magical transformation began right before her,
a rainbow of colours exploded into the night sky, almost blinding her.
Then she saw the most angelic sight known to humankind,
the angel stood right before her, his halo shining bright glowing like gold,
his magnificent white pearl wings stretched around her.

Finally, the angel discovered his purpose, he wrapped his wings around her,
held her in his arms and spread his wings and ascended up onto the heavens.

There are angels who walk amongst us, if you find one, never let him/her go..

28 July 2015

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

My Butterfly

 A perfumed breeze with summer lavender 

Shapeless smoked clouds had come and gone 

Through verdant valleys I strolled along 

Honeycombed hues warmed the new dawn 

A golden butterfly glided in the distance 

I just stood still and watched his flight 

From one flower to another 

 His flapped wings fluttered 

I could not let him out of my sight 

I wondered 'bout this blissful beauty. 

 Towards the riverbank

I watched him roam 

If I could only fly away with him

to destinations always unknown

 Imagine what places he has been

what many glories he has seen

A perfect waterfall tumbling

into a clear blue pond

Wet dewdrops glimmering 'pon the grass

as the sleepy sun starts to rise

A doe with her fawn

taking those fragile first steps

 bees buzzing by

swarming back to their hive

I watched in amazement

in awe of his grace

I floated along

as he flittered away

 We hovered together through

a path between twin lakes

 then and there I kissed him

before he silently slipped away

That's the last time I saw him

cuz now stone towers have been built

Nature's been destroyed and

the butterflies have been laid to rest

Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2015