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Like Zephyr Breeze

Before I ever saw those eyes      How deeply I loved you.

Before you read my first thought       I found you .

Before you ever dreamt of my lips    I kissed your smile

I meant nothing to you      and you were already my world.

I lived through every breath you inhaled 

till that same breath became a ghost from the past.

Tonight  I exist to live for what was ...

Tomorrow  I live to exist for what will be .

I stopped calling your name 

I  stopped searching your footprints 

I stopped seeking those arms

Stopped believing in stars .

Yet sometimes      in my soul's dusk of night 

through your cold absence        I feel you within me 

Ever so soft      just like the wind 

Like zephyr  breeze which left my cheek      yet never gone.

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Your Breath Within Me

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Remember Me

Remember me...

A  fresh sweet scent

of  last gardenia

on yesterday's linen sheets

Remember me...

A cherry bud

in your backyard orchard

revealing  first pink shades

in once upon a soft blown kiss

Remember me...

An early summer

sharing your beach towel

and coconut butter

Remember me...

A roaring log fire

on a stormy night

in the hallway 

to your bedroom door

Remember me...

a short~lived star

that fallen into your arms

then faded to nothingness

upon the empty shore. 

Remember me ...

The blissful moment

The saddest song

in your forevermore

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Don'T Skip a Beat

Love
knows
no age 
or beauty
Love
knows
no  rich 
or  poor
Love
knows
no religion
or race
Love
knows
no straight
or gay
Love 
knows
no boundary
or reason
Love
knows
no distance
or time
Love
knows only
the rapid beating
of a giving heart sublime

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The Wind

I am the wind

You cannot see me but you can feel me

Breezing gently through your hair

Brushing slightly across your cheek

Whispering softly 'neath your ear

I am the wind whirling,howling,roaring

blowing fiercely against the desert sand

which sifts silently in the hourglass of your soul

I will not fail you,nor leave your side

till you smell fresh rain again

and soak under cascading waterfalls

I am the wind extinguishing wild fire

 which scars the lifeline of your palm

I am the wind blowing whimsically

 in the honey fragrance of each meadow

where you lay beneath a half sun

I breathe  my warmth where your cold  fingers

gather forget-me-not petals

that fall ever so slow

with every drip drop of my fluetish tapping sound

I am the wind,I will carry you to places ,far

I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers

of early doves which soar above your  mirthful past

I'd strip your thought bare till I touch that heart

I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase

I play within your dreams 

with each seductive move

Capturing the hour of a star

I linger in the depths of all that once was dark

I pour rose- scented zephyr into your night

and We would never part,No! We'll never part

I am the wind

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Every Now and Then

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Sweet Jesus

On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun

On that day, Winter solitude  would be gone

The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness 

Through the same breath,through  the same soul

We would live again as one ,no matter who we are

 No matter the colour of our skin,Gay or straight

rich or poor,innocent or once found guilty.

No matter if  We are lawyers,prisoners,doctors,drug victims or pheasants

No matter our political believes ,nor our different religions

A  catholic,a muslim,a buddhist , a hinduist,or a  jew .

On that day,we would all wear identical dresses

We would all be the significant other ,because He has died,

and He has died for all. Jesus died for Peter,John and Judah

for Lazarus and Maria Magdalene, Jesus died for me ,

He has died for you ,for him ,for her,and even for them.

He gave up till the last drop of blood and painful cry

  for each and every name engraved upon our Father's palm.

He was  born to die,but its not his death that we celebrate ,

We celebrate His life ,because we believe in life

We celebrate His forgivness ,because We experienced

the beauty of forgivness ,the happiness ,the return of  blissful joy.

and , We celebrate the ever present love

Because  it is the  gift of love that He bestowed on us

Jesus was born to die , but He was born to rise

Upon death He has risen , through His death We survived

Because of Him , in the darkness ,in the labyrinth of our night

There will always,always be the little flicker of  a candle

that fills our hearts with hope ,and  warming  light.

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These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

 These eyes have often been solaced

by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently

towards a sky's velveteen blanket

and angels'silver gowns

By gazing over hills

to where old country church bells

and crickets play harmonious sounds

These eyes have  often been solaced

by honey coloured shadows

pouring moonlight zest
 
across the rose plum of  my cheek

By little antique lamplights 

which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street

 By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand

By  tides washing out corals to a distant land

These eyes have often been solaced by your return

to this vacant room inside my heart

By the hush hushed whisper of your voice

By the embrace of your arms

By the way you love me

By the way you need me

By the way you want me

Like an autumn bonfire

 before next sunrise'dew fall

By the way you lean on me

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Tonight I Could Paint a Moonlight

Tonight is not like other nights

Tonight I could paint a moonlight

with the smudged ink of my tears

No its not the inexperienced  arms of death

which are longing  to embrace my breath

that fill this soul with pain and fear

Nor is it the breeze of thousand needles

'neath the soft glow of my skin ,

What scares me most is...

Not being here in a twenty years or so

to tread love's kiss upon  my daughter's  cheek

Feel my fingers running  through her hair

Listen to the sweet  sound of her laughter

Make a wish under the unnoticed starry stars

 and watch her dance beneath a repetitive boring sky.

What scares me most is...

Not being here in a twenty years or so

 To let the crimson of my lips 

bleed its rose close to your pillow

and its fragrance  'pon your bed

Its  not being here to hold your blemished hands

and  say to you all words still left unsaid

What scares me most is...

That in a twenty years or so

You will be here , still hating candles,all alone,

Its missing the chance, to share those  words that don't make sense

yet mean that I have loved you all along.

In a twenty years or so ...In a twenty years or so

Will the ones I hold so dear

still find a way to know ?

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Listen With Your Heart

Listen with your heart to the music that I play
It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind  and  of the rain.
It belongs to mendearing rivers that lead you far away
Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythms gently sway.

Take my hand.Let me take you places that you do not know about
I will shower you with magic and treasures yet unfound.

I will not promise you  butterflies on the next early dawn
but we'll walk through paths, where you feel solaced 
by one look into these eyes with an unfading glow.

I will not promise you sunsets reflecting on my face
but you'd feel last crimson-embers within my warm embrace.

Take my hand.Let me take you places where life is young and free
All dark forests, I will paint with colours, in a world for you and me

Listen with your heart to the music that I play
It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain.
It belongs to mendearing rivers that will lead you far away
Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythyms gently sway.