Best Visionarybeautiful Poems
Fingers tapping....
Upon the windows pane
To a certain rhythm inside
Inside, as the colors and the sights
Out of concious mind
Quickly pass me by
Contemplating deeply, I suppose
Heaven knows....
While out of the corner of my eye
Suddenly, I break this course of thought
As I see her sitting there
A cup of coffee held warmly
Within her soft and lovely hands
Her beautiful smile
As she notices my glance
Upon a train....
Bound for someones somewhere?
And I think unto myself
While staring back out
Quickly across the ambient skies
Unto a world, far beyond this place....
Tapping my fingers gently
As I turn to see her again
Thinking of forever, thoughts
And how, I have never believed
In chance....
Touching the windows frame
Wondering about her life, her story, herself
My eyes, beyond these color marked skies, now
Turning, with a cup of coffee
Still, within her perfect and precious hands
Smiling as I amber
Slowly to where she sits
Tapping her fingers, and tilting her head
"Hello my dear, have not I met you before?"
A gleam of acknowledgment
As she smiles and says, "Yes"
Upon a train....
Going to someones somewhere?
I take a seat, and I boldly take her hand
Knowing, as the conductor calls out
"Tickets please; " as she reaches into her purse
And I, within the pocket of my shirt
As I gaze into her eyes
Deeply, as she gazes into mine
Next stop; tapping upon the table top
To a rhythm, of beautiful thoughts
Eyes turning unto the ambier skies
Her hand, now gently clutching mine
"I have never believed in chance," she said
As I slowly leaned forward
And then, softly kissed her parting lips
"Here we are," she quietly whispered
Into my now, enraptured ears
Upon a train....
Unto someones somewhere?
As the conductor called out, "Welcome"
...................."To"...................
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~ "Dreamendon" ~
true lady fair in her beauty
would you venture shadows along my company?
come beautiful woman
woman of Eden
throw your eyes of shaded violet into mine so unworthy
but you don't care do you beautiful woman?
follow me in the unknown sea of marmalade
there is an island of bliss ahead
it is there your name will be remembered
spoken by unknown lives and creatures that inhabit ancient lakes never seen by man
A paradise in a world out of world
Come along woman toned of heaven hue
can you come out to play
barefoot running
on the warm Atlantic sand
surf curling around our ankles
dancing its way up to our knees
look over there
it's a couple of kids
building castles in the sand
over there is a couple holding hands
gazing at the beautiful sunlit waves
did you see that surfer bite it
ooh that had to hurt
wait...there he goes again
see the man with his son on his shoulders
they are laughing so gaylee
oh the sounds of the waves and the seagulls
with their cheerfull chirps
are you having fun
we can sit here for a bit longer
and have our picnic on the beach
gosh what an amazing day with you
on the beach with my dearest
friend Leanna Bleu
look at that sunset, will ya
is that not the most beautiful yet
as we walk hand in hand
my dear friend and me
I look around one more time
and all I can say is
God does good work doesn't He
thank you Bleu for sharing
my virtual day again
for it has been yet another
day in paradise
I love you my friend
I have beautiful eyes,
the eyes of a dreamer;
looking away as
if taken by wander...
Nothing goes by them
that I don't notice;
and everything but age
can change their glance...
Mellow eyes of dreamer, not much transformed
by the tragedies unfolding in your peaceful path;
rarely distracted, always focused
on your strange selfishness that molds your wit...
Distance is a mystery impossible to be explained or revealed,
that one which keeps its shadows active,
to hide what cannot be endured by fear;
and without an optimistic insight, nothing is ever discerned...
I have beautiful eyes,
the eyes of a dreamer;
with many visions of bliss, without the gloom and the agony of demise;
an existence absent of pain, a life so despised by a clever achiever...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci