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Meet Me Half Way

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Every now and then

Every now and then I come to you a climbing jasmine through the window of your heart a perfumed smile beneath your sheets a sweet scent in waking thoughts an empty porch of swinging dreams Every now an then I come to you a hush-hushed whisper on a restless night a drop of sunshine on winter lips a tender touch upon bare shoulder a yearning moment in ardent kiss Every now and then I come to you a melting snowflake upon your lash a silent breeze tickling your cheek soft gentle wind behind your ear a vivid memory a vision gone a lingered breath which once was here
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Mother and Child

and she said Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams but today I live in my daughter's happiness All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own All my friends I do not see,to stay with her at home Money might get tight,but what is money compared to pure joy of a child What is money compared to her almond eyes Success lies dormant on shelves for years to come But what is success compared to first giggles to first steps, first mouthfuls and her little grabs Compared to gurgles and babbles to first time she calls me mama and hold on to my hands What is beauty in the world compared to a pearl This innocent child,a coloured coral petite pretty girl Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams But today I live in my daughter's happiness I had my days of wine and chocolate eclaires roses on doorstep,unsigned love letters with spiced cologne and enticing words Today I live in my daughter's shadow To watch her live her own dream I watch her bloom in autumn gardens from princess of hearts become queen Tomorrow I will not be here She might not get to see the white of my hair the wrinkle in my smile But,today she knows I love her long more after petals wither long more after a mother's hug fades long after I shine from the sky.
Dedicated to my beloved Christina with love Happy first birthday wrapped with barney hugs and Winnie the pooh kisses :-$:-|B-)

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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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I am the wind

I am the wind You cannot see me but you can feel me breezing gently through your hair brushing lightly across your cheek whistling softly 'neath your ear I am the wind ,whirling,howling,roaring blowing fiercely 'gainst the desert sand which sifts 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 burns and scars the lifeline of your palm I am the sweetened fragrance of each meadow where you lay, beneath a half sun I am the wind breathing my warmth where your numb fingertips gather forget-me-not petals that fall ever so slow with every whisper of my flutish tapping sound I am the wind,I will carry you to places, far I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers of silent doves soaring above your past I'd strip your thought bare till I touch your heart I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase I play within your dreams with each seductive move Capturing each hour of a star I linger in the deepest of the dark Your night becomes my night and our moons would never part I am the wind.

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Take the ribbon from my hair

With the dawning of the day like a fertile vine which creeps amidst the purple hue of Tuscan fields I yield my fruit Before first autumn rain I wait for you Starved like a harvest moon you come to me Silk honey of dusk A shadow descending in the cradle of my arms feeding nectar from my lips repeaning my soul amusing my solitude with blazing fire On scarlet foliage ~your kiss~ In sleep your breath within me ~Dolce vino~ Your fingers on my neck's nape ~Viola in concerto~ In sleep,once again in sleep where eyelids close to the bliss of twilight dew I see you

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This Gypsy Soul

This gypsy soul is on the road It leaves castles far behind It abandons ghostly mist which sabotages the caravan of life It passes along the mountainside by golden hay fields where daises bloom by stream of waters which sweeps a withered rose towards the decayed lumber flume This gypsy soul is on the road from Edinburgh to Lochlomond against high winds,against the rain against aquatic monsters of pain This gypsy soul is on the road to the woodlands of your heart where I would camp inside your tent as our blissful thoughts impart This gypsy soul within myself and all the woman in me would wantingly await your fingertips to compose soft pastel fantasy The smell of early coffee then fills our empty cups The song of the cicada would echo in the shrubs And as the chimney smoke drift sideways in the breeze as warm dappled light filters through purple pansy leaves The pressing of my lips would leave their crimson mark below your sun- kissed cheek My arms would cling around your once a muscular physique We laze upon a hammock strung between two old oak trees I play on your guitar,my hundred melodies As the incandescent half moon rises above the dusky hue and orange paper lanterns float high in cobalt blue We'd chase the opalescent glow of a million firefly You'd be able to touch me before last embers die This gypsy soul is on the road in search to be set free Across bridges,on a journey your compass-my destiny.

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Every night

Every night,the tenebrous land of my inner existence invades my last waking thought Once more this sombre heart seeks you It seeks for you 'neath the silhouette of each sakura tree and in the slow rise of an iridescent moon over the horizon It seeks for you through ashes and embers of a sky's shooting star and through mist ,which spreads your name on my window-pane This sombre heart seeks you through lonely teardrops which fall gently like scented lavender on a worn out pillow-case Every night,desires and illusions live their reality I make love to the wind,to the sand,to the shore where we danced where our bare-toes crunched corals,and your lips brushed my hand Everynight,your evanescent hug is carried by waves, back to me I reach you,I hold you,I breathe once again in a dumb memory Every night, I believe in the next blinding sunrise to run wild,to run free,in evergreen fields where dandelions blossom,and the crimson rose bleeds Ahh,how it bleeds,with its soft scarlet petals and velvets of passion,yet it bleeds With hundreds of thorns,well hid in between Every night,the tenebrous land of my inner existence invades my last waking thought Once more,this sombre heart seeks you It seeks the guitar boy,with those almond eyes It seeks each wrinkle of laughter,its every remembrance, and effervescent smile,without the cold distance and our last goodbye.

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Simple Words For Simple People

If I had a pretentious brain which acts faster than my heart Maybe then,I would abhore this soul which spreads freely through each verse Maybe then I would impress you with my intellectual grammar and sophisticated words I would scrutunize each and every coma dot and exclamationmark believing I know best But I would never let that happen I'd rather stay at bay Writing firstly with my mind and not my heart leads only to an asylium within the being of myself Poetry is my voice,my shadow The sacred shrine of great escape Each stored emotion processed within a yesterday Poetry is the inner of my existence breathing softly,bleeding deeply exploding in death,love passion and romance In every verse a whisper a thought that I would scribe of a silent cry expressed Maybe in a tomorrow you might pass by me Tread your footstep on my ink and spit saliva in my face But maybe in a today a broken -hearted fool stops by to find comfort in my world Maybe a prisoner,a tramp an insane soul or outcast would pick these scattered scribbles and gather them as whole Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle finds a narrow passage which leads his faith to home Maybe a little child whose blissful giggles depends on little words would turn the dusty pages of silly rhymes I penned Rhymes which know the moons stars,faries,and the magic land Rhymes which know each fantasy and how to be a friend And maybe He would smile Maybe He would laugh Maybe He would dream Maybe He would grow up to write the most eloquent sonnet there has ever been Or maybe He would grow up to write simple words just like me about daises or dandelions and expressions to be free

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You are my longest night

You are the shortest day
but longest night
within a memory
of my four seasons

Every cell in my body
remembers you

It remembers
Your amorous glance
Your ardent touch
Your effervescent kiss

and even your last whisper

a careless whisper
which sickened my thought
and pained me with grief

Every breath from my lungs
remembers your absence

How can I  forget it?

I live with it
I die within it
It surrounds my existence

Your absence - Bitter !  Dark!
darker than death itself

You-Solstizio d'inverno
Where is your promise
the promise of new beginning?
Where is the light of what was pure?

I know you!

I know you enough to know
you still feel me in your bones

I know you enough to know
you bury me in your soul

Then you dig...
you dig crazily
beneath poured dusk
which fills the hourglass
beyond your veins

You dig deep
to find me again
You find me,You hold me

I know you !

I know you enough to know
You hold me to your heart

I know you!

I know you enough to know
I am still your life-line

Your love goes as far as stars
as distant as God
and undiscovered orbits

But was that yesterday's illusion?

For how long should my little candle 
How dim it glows now

Low is the voice which calls the sun
to rebirth prisms from droplets'dew
Weak are these footprints
which mark our path on moonlit 

I should stop calling

I should stop walking

Stop believing

Stop wanting, needing

Maybe the Sun sank
in the stillness of a crimson horizon
in the solitude of the tide
never to dawn in these eyes again

Soltizio d' inverno
Winter solstice
You are my coldest  verse of silence
My longest night of rain.

This fiction poem was inspired by a 
poem about
Winter Solistice