Dream?
Stone circle in the Moonlight
A momentary flash of her benevolent face
And featherlike caress on my cheek
Sends shivers up my spine.
Soft words whispered
And a sweet memory
That is gently touched, stirred
And gently awoken.
Why the fear then?
Of pain, loneliness or death?
Trust gone…
Yet longing lingers on,
Like a wisp of Jasmine in the wind
And a sweet distant melody
Passing for an aching second.
A mysterious picture in a dusty old cellar
In the back of my house,
Or was it the back of my head?
Was it a delusion, an illusion?
I could almost touch it
But is it mine? Is it lost?
Or was it simply forgotten?
© Sangeet Portals 2018
Like butterfly wings so fragile and soft 'neath my fingertips.
So featherlike are his kisses upon my waiting ruby lips.
The playful flutter of his fingers that dance upon my skin.
Such sweet pleasures it brings like a sensuous forbidden sin.
His loving embrace so tender like the wings of a beautiful butterfly.
His words soft and heartfelt their beauty brings a tear to my eye.
Imagination simply staggers with its grandeur
The beautiful, ever-changing sight on earth
Enveloped the earth in its colourful panorama
Golden glow announces the dawn in the east,
In the west, crimson sky bids the day adieu
Royal canopy of blue,
Royal canopy of gray,
Royal canopy of resplendent white,
A majestic canopy of ruddy hue
All giving a grandeur haven
A red sunrise presages a red sunset
A white billowy, cotton-like cloud says a fine day is here
A Gay featherlike cloud says the rainy season is here
Like children about their parents,
Straggling cloudlets surrounds the white cloud
How magnificent it is at night with the starry design!
Fluffy clouds! billowy clouds! fleecy clouds!
Almost daily across its broad highway
Parade clouds of every size and description.
Each cloud assumes an infinite variety of shapes
All creations of perfect art across its broad highway
Dazzling masterpiece of beauty
Its scopes are worthy of the finest carpenter.
The wonderful work of the one with perfect knowledge
This royal sky
The most social thing on earth
Social than the Social Networking Sites
Tall with straight uniform trunk
Unbranched trunk topped with a
Tuft fanlike or featherlike leaves.
Cresting with a plume of long feathery fronds
Making a graceful silhouette of unique beauty
With spiral arrangement of its wood fibers
Which makes it a tree of unusual suppleness and strength
Large evergreen leaves
With bundles of vascular tissue
Scattered throughout the trunks.
Abundant throughout the tropics
And thrive in almost every inhabitat therein
The quintessential image of relaxed and elegant lifestyle
A good friend in need,
A good friend indeed
Because of its versatility,
Many people cannot do without it.
Having as many uses as the year has days.
And noted for productivity in the bible
Imagine the way it comes to its full bearing
After ten to fifteen years on earth.
And still continue to bear for nearly a hundred years.
Of great economic importance,
Providing food, fibre, wine and oil
Widely used in landscaping for its exotic appearance
A useful ornamental tree
This social palm tree
To fantasize is to dream
To maybe lie back in a hot bubbling bath
imagining your body being stroked
Featherlike, kisses just brushing your skin
Fantasize over the joys of being wanted
Over the pleasure of your body
being played like a fine violin.
Awaiting the explosion the crescendo
Fantasize over the leader of your orchestra
Whether tall, dark, handsome
or maybe the person who adores you
Who is always there for you
Sweet sweet fantasies, that keep your mind alive
Your hopes in tune
Your bodies fire always stoked
Making life liveable, fantasy the art of Imagination
I hear you calling me
whispering softly
blowing my hair gently
a featherlike touch on my face
I hear you calling me
in my dreams
silencing my screams
shushing my troubles away
I hear you calling me
in tranquil times
smiling benovently
revelling in my good moments
I hear you calling me
always
I hope I hear you
always
I miss you
always
I love you Grandad
always
When the mood gently embraces
light surrounds me with featherlike traces
taking my mind too far off places
hovering above a commmonwealth of faces...
Tears of a happysadness descend
upon the many whom I consider friends
in hope of the moment transcend
which would finally put too rest hatred's end...
Soul many people encompassed
yet,unresponsive behind blinded facade
Faith's strength will be triumphant
as lightwings pinion Grace displayed...
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