This bond of our hearts, so deep and true,
You are mine forever, and I belong to you.
The weather tonight is a beautiful sign,
To finally whisper that your heart is mine.
I have loved you wildly, with all that I hold, Giving you my heart, a story untold.
I am lost, I am crazy, in the warmth of your grace,
My entire lifetime, I want to spend in your embrace.
This bond of our hearts, so deep and true, You are mine forever, and I belong to you.
Yet, your memories burn like a flame in the dark,
Leaving my sleepless nights without a spark. My soul yearns to talk, to hear your voice speak,
Whenever your thoughts make my defenses weak.
Without your presence, I am an unfinished song,
But with you by my side, I finally belong.
I want to live every breath watching over you, Hiding you safely in my heart, away from view.To pour out every secret I've kept inside,
And keep every promise, with nowhere to hide.
Our connection runs deeper than the oceans wide,
Everywhere I look, your face is by my side.But without you now, my world has gone gray,
Come back to me love, and bring back the day.
This bond of our hearts, so deep and true, You are mine forever, and I belong to you.
Did you embrace the shadow I became?
My quiet hands, still tethered to grace.
The world whispers, shaping me in flame.
Fangs grow where soft words once took their place.
My quiet hands, still tethered to grace,
Hold against ruin, the weight of despair.
Fangs grow where soft words once took their place,
Yet tenderness lingers beneath the glare.
Hold against ruin, the weight of despair.
Is my kindness lost, devoured by grief?
Yet tenderness lingers beneath the glare—
Monsters are myth, born seeking relief.
Is my kindness lost, devoured by grief?
The world whispers, shaping me in flame.
Monsters are myth, born seeking relief.
Did you embrace the shadow I became?
A Greeting from the Thrumming Grave
O, Thou Great and Ravenous Maw,
Who cradles the stars in a velvet shroud,
Hear the pulse of a world that dares to bloom
Amidst the rot of time and the weight of clouds.
We are but ghosts of carbon and ancient heat,
Spun from dust of ancestors long decayed,
Hurling our voices into the frozen deep
Where the light of a billion suns is slowly frayed.
We offer no gold, but the salt of our weeping,
The iron of blood, and the nectar of breath,
Small, frantic sparks in the dark's cold keeping,
Dancing a waltz on the threshold of death.
Our cities are monuments built of the bone,
Our songs are the echoes of a feverish dream;
We are the marrow within the stone,
The silver ripple in a black, silent stream.
O, Infinite Silence, receive our pale prayer:
We were here, we were wild, we were briefly aflame,
Though the void shall strip our history bare,
Let the darkness remember the sound of our name.
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The universe hums through our veins,
a trillion stars in silent chant.
We are all the dust of ancient light~
brief yet boundless.
Atop a grassy hill I sit,
gazing at the rich azure blue sky
watching a few birds fluttering in and out of my vision,
slicing through the air like knives.
I lie there for what feels like an eternity,
wind turbine turning in calculated motion
out of the corner of my eye.
My rucksack ties me to the ground,
filled with a thousand weights,
preventing me from being like those birds,
majestic, elate and carefree.
But I can imagine.
The innocent silky clouds transform and bend,
producing a multitude of bizarre objects,
an army commanded by the wind
sauntering across the horizon.
A world with no end, limited only by mortal minds,
a mini-universe floating just above our heads.
We are the creators of this fictional world,
where human though unfurls.
I see an emerald dragon,
a group of chariot wagons, their horses galloping.
A circus filled with the most exotic animals,
an ivy snake laced with diamonds,
a canoe slicing through the sky.
A gnarly oak,
its trunk encased, fingers reaching infinitely high.
But each world is different for every one of us,
so tell me; what do you see
when you let your imagination
break free?
I look at the sky as an ocean of freedom, a realm of boundless flight,
where birds sketch their destinies on the blue canvas of infinity,
and I wonder why I remain where wings are just unlived dreams,
but the mirror shows me the answer, a truth hidden deep in my heart,
for my wings were never broken, just taught not to open.
Every time they flutter, a voice whispers to me of gravity,
of duties and guilts dressed in the cloak of false love,
carrying in my chest cages built from old promises and unspoken rules,
their doors have always been open, but fear shouted louder than the wind.
I have grown roots in places I should have left long ago,
I called them loyalty, I called them home, but they were just the comfort of familiar pain,
and now, I lift my gaze to the sky with longing, not because I cannot fly,
but because I have not yet learned to believe I deserve to be among the stars.
An impossible love is what we have,
My life without the truth of you
Denied my thoughts and dream’s desires,
Left with all the pain I knew
Have not your face or that your smile,
Your eyes so deep I cannot see
My arms have not your body here,
To hold and bring you close to me
I’d gladly give all that I have,
And all those things of precious worth
To make our love yet possible,
I’d pay the priceless cost of earth
I will admit but won’t concede,
The limits of love may yet be found
But all I have inside for you,
It knows no limits and has no bounds…..
[Part 2 of the poem Impossible Love]
Written in Arizona -May/June 2010
1.
Sorrow entered, so cold and deep,
As if it came the soul to keep.
It seemed it never would depart,
A shadow cast upon the heart.
But then came joy, so bright, so fair,
It lit the world with gentle care.
It felt as though it ne'er would cease,
A time of light, a time of peace.
2.
The sweet Spring came with blooms anew,
With skies of gold and morning dew.
The birds began their songs to raise—
It seemed we'd live in endless days.
But Winter swept across the land,
With frozen breath and icy hand.
The leaves were gone, the flowers too,
The birds were still, the sky turned blue.
O Traveler, choose your path with grace,
Each road will fade without a trace.
No grief remains, nor joy can stay—
All things must pass along the way.
A warm ember that revives
The icy void that froze me from within
Whispers carried on the breeze like autumn leaves
Unveiling a beauty that forever ascends
My desire once depleted
Scarred from the burns that sear
Until you flared the torch of my soul
Illuminating my path of darkness when all seemed unclear
I felt the force of a sapphire storm in your gaze
A bond that crystallized as your hand fell into mine
The arid landscape transforms into a welcoming haven
Vibrant and bright as our souls intertwine
I wandered through the twilight of my own shadow
In the most fragile hours of endless longing
Mapping the contours that led me back home
In the crevices of your love, i have found my place of belonging
On the floor of the future, she twirls, dancing through the boundless,
In contemporary moments, still unshaped,
She carves her path through the fullness of time,
Until it becomes one with her present.
An ethereal dance, spiraling into destiny,
Moments merge, battling with eternity,
Each movement, a step into the unknown,
A leap among stars, constellations of unmade memories.
Now she says she owns moments, not hours,
In the symphony of time, she is both composer and conductor,
Seconds are notes on the infinite staff,
A journey through the corridors of an open mind.
Each petal a possibility, an allegory,
A story without beginning and without end,
Her existence woven with threads of light and shadow,
A labyrinth of thoughts flowing through the fluid present.
Time is not a wall, but a vast ocean,
Where she swims freely, defying gravity,
A soul singing its ballad under the changing sky,
Her moments measured not by clocks, but by the heart.
The deep breaths of the universe,
Heard through every whisper, every rustle,
A magical melancholic poem, an ode to undefeated life,
The river winding, seeking the endless sea.
“When divine lotus blooms within,
life becomes a feeling called bliss”- by Poet
Life desiccates derelict
in the desolate desert,
infuses perennial peace
of placid oasis in heart.
Sacred sublimity,
felt in serene essence,
embeds in devout sanctum.
Edified soul lights up bleakness,
perceives divine grace,
boundless bliss embraces life.
My mind’s heart for you
Is a love that’s pure and true
I don’t not think about you
While doing everything I do
I respect that you’re resilient
I’m in love with your brilliance
With you there’s no ceilings
I’m perplexed by you
You take me higher than higher
While walking a tight wire
And my constant reminder is
I found me when I found you
Mom's help is boundless
While I'm done with the cooking
She cleaned the kitchen.
Sometimes a memory is all we need.
It can hold all the beauty; all the pain.
Happiness grown from a once carefully planted seed.
Reflections of emotions like the thrum of pounding rain.
Sometimes twin souls can share the same dreams.
Dreams of love, safety, and what could be.
A sheen of warmth of your hair, skin like the softest cream.
Eyes that make the stars hide, eternally captivating me.
Sometimes time and distance hold no sway.
Sometimes yesterday feels like today.
Sometimes good things happen to those who wait.
Sometimes if all you do is wait, it may be too late.
To B.L.W.
By Chris D
How long will you stare
at my Blurry reflection.
Will we plunge into the enchantment
Of the distorted .
Frightening tenderness so nicely
Cuts the sternum.
As well sounds in the depths of blood - stained feelings ,
An affectionate command .
Oh, and it wouldn't disappear forever overnight ,
If we knew the boundless mutual worship.
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