clear water waits still
holding no hue of its own
then sunset spills red
crimson enters without weight
the whole lake is taught to blush
glass is transparent
till fingers colour its face
or reflections bloom
every tinge gives something there
clear glass remembers each trace
white light enters glass
then leaves scattered into hues
nothing has been dyed
all colours hidden inside
waiting to be visible
love arrives unseen
in an ordinary room
somehow warmth gathers
even familiar faces
wear colours not seen before
black has no colour
still it darkens everything
grief gives nothing back
what the eye once welcomed in
returns wearing its dark shades
memory seems clear
until longing passes through
yesterday turns gold
what happened stays where it was
what we imbue changes hue
what enters us stays
though its colour can't be shamed
drop by silent drop
imbued by all that fills us
slowly becoming its name
Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist
eager bard imbued
opal dream flotilla
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce
taunt a hued vase
porcelain image fest
for stoic earthbound
soul’s cry parched
stoic migrant famish
sapphire plume ray
bounty veridical
pink chalk sketch
granule blush pots
pearl beam spur
to jumpy pilgrim
white elephant garb
drifter’s lull prone
metre of skewed
and barren glib
dull tossed aside
rambles and brambles
from cerebral quartz
grey quirky quill
nose twitch petrichor
glacé smelt rain
lava veined fillip
fervent fetal floe
ignited indigo inkling
as noonday nuanced
glance en dash
away from orange
peel cloud skies
toward spring rush
urban junction fare
as founding cue
for zeitgeist driven
western world eden
The morning bid welcome,
the night said goodbye
The sun gave us reasons,
the moon made us cry
The cycle repeated,
the old freed the new
The darkness retreated,
—the spirit imbued
(Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)
The heavens glitter, as trillions
of eternal stars crown the night.
And Earth's bejeweled tiara
twinkles, as Night sparkles with light.
A gilded Moon reveals Her face;
the Goddess of enchanted beams.
And dismisses rules and logic
in favor of magic and dreams.
Safe in my bed, sleep severs strings,
allowing for untethered dreams.
And anxiety floats away,
drifting along fantasy streams.
In fantasy dreams, I explore
feelings of love and compassion.
And not as a puppet of lust,
but a heart, imbued with passion.
Nightly, in the realm of slumber,
imagination helps me cope.
For sheltered from reality,
dreams expand the fringes of Hope.
Perfection's reserved for God
we mortals must deal with less.
For beauty's more than you see
and lives in souls others bless.
Flattery fuels conceit
with its perfusion of lies.
For passion's prerequisites
aren't meant to recruit the wise.
Feelings of loneliness are
held hostage within the heart.
For reality is harsh
crushing dreams before they start.
But life is imbued with hope,
for every soul is a gem.
Who can see its true beauty
with only eyes to guide them?
When you believe in yourself,
pangs of crippling self-doubt cease.
And feeling confident, your
odds of finding love increase.
(Quatrain)
1/28/2015
Within her darkness I found my place.
I was betrayed by a lover's kiss.
Lost in beauty and a lovely face.
Was I searching for a land of bliss?
Sometimes a heart can be truly blind.
I was betrayed by a lover's kiss!
Searching for something I couldn't find.
I imbued her with a lovely light.
Sometimes a heart can be truly blind.
My heart sank instead of taking flight.
A lightness of spirit flew away.
I imbued her with a lovely light.
Why in the world did I think she'd stay?
What I imagined was never real.
A lightness of spirit flew away.
We think we control the way we feel.
What I imagined was never real.
Within her darkness I found my place.
Lost in beauty and a lovely face.
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