Two silhouettes in the moonlight haunted by a memory
embers of a night's cajole and stokes of freedom fire
gilded leaves of Autumn sigh and whoosh a lonesome cry
Two lovers haunted by a long lost love that once was theirs
are standing on a wishing cloud - one up and one below
he's aching for an angel's kiss with eyes of reminisce ;
Egressing fast towards the pyre the sparrows join her flight
while on a passing cloud their floats a dream that is no more
he's asking her to dance again - inside his empty arms
But all he hears is the soft song of a Summer Breeze
and an angel's haunting voice that brings him to his knees
as the gilded leaves of Autumn fly a whoosh a nigh n' nigh
Two silhouettes in the moonlight dancing cheek to cheek
one is visible one is not , with spectre light laid bare
he tucks her in his heart for she feels small and light as air
Egressing fast towards the pyre he narrows up the lane
she's living in God's humble lair and he on earthly plane
emergence of the spirit kind - truest love unchained .
September 14, 2018
For days we were assaulted
By vicious sleet and snow
It brought life to a standstill
Many were in survival mode
Records show, it had been decades
Since such fury we had known
Just more reason to be complacent
And show how careless we had grown
Then one morning, an open curtain
Revealed bright sunlight and calm wind
There, a sigh of relief was instilled
The turbulent storm was near it's end
To me, it's a perfect metaphor
Of our sojourn in life
At times we glide on mountaintops
Then dark valleys bring pain and strife
Often after egressing from a storm
We appreciate the sunlight more
It can help us align priorities
And bring reality to the door
Though life is short, it can be sweet
If we keep the beacon light in view
By His guidance we can emerge
Into a day, - with a brighter hue
My mind is anchored on the fact
Ahead, - is a plateau calm and warm
In Heaven, there'll be eternal bliss
Truly that will be, the "end of the storm"
Colan L Hiatt = 01-25-16
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D oses of desperate lust
E very feverish stitch of me wants every bit of you
S igniture of my heart
I rresistibly intoxicating
R egressing to primal
E motions
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