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With you in the meadow
secretly secluded
caught within passion’s throes;
heads spin in fairy rings
as our love overflows.
With you in the meadow
tenderly embracing
lips seeking kisses sweet;
lost in love’s labyrinth,
our two hearts skip a beat.
With you in the meadow
reclining lazily
on a bed of flowers;
our hearts bound by daisy chains,
we make love for hours.
With you in the meadow
wantonly contented
I while the day away;
your promised forget- me-not’s,
enticing me to stay.
With you in the meadow
reluctantly parting
in twilight’s honeyed fall;
you are my rainbow’s end
my precious golden all.
F-flower pedals fall from her soul, the essence of her being.
O-orchids, Lilies, Azalea’s, and Daisy’s, have you ever laid down in a bed of flowers and just starred at the sky as the clouds turn into
R-roses, Tulips, and Bleeding Hearts a comfortable bliss, holding you forever is what I see from the reflection of her eyes.
E-each pedal a representation of her genuine personality and vibrant beauty complimented by her
V-vivacious curves, smile, and eyes
E-every time I see her my heart lets go a tear of joy and smiles with sincerity;
R-reliving our first date, kiss, and I love you all in the midst of our walk under the moonlight.
I-I am always in awe of her and as I get lost in her Daffodil eyes within the
reflection I see memories of our future tied together in a bouquet.
N-nothing else matters as long as I can look into your eyes as you look back into mine. And they say roses are red with violets being blue so what does that make
Y-you? The most alluring flower the world has to offer with a soft love but at the same time overflowing with moxie.
O-oblivious I am to the atmosphere around me when I am in your presence.
U-unconditional love you provide to me, using flower pedals to patch the wounds on my heart. I’m
R-reborn each time our lips hold each other, I close my
E-eyes as our lips embrace only to open them and see that in
Y-your eyes I see the reflection of my heart jumping from my chest to your hands in order to grow like
E-evergreen throughout our years together, I hope you know that I will always
S-sacrifice anything to remain forever in your eyes and watch the flowers of your life grow.
our hearts were once joined,
now apart the degrees
of separation are burning,
my wounds are weeping
there is no other day
judgment came yesterday
Autumn leaves began their journey
as my night was laid to rest
the walls started falling down
scattering the Rose of Sharon
a bed of flowers to die in
a place to lay my weary head
I can no longer go walkabout
black smoke is streaming
a signal, all is not well
there is only one reality, now
tomorrow has yet to come
yesterday is already history
I must savor these last
moments, sucking in each drop
in desperation I prayed for hope
for the will to fight again
but also for the strength to let go
my fingers slowly lost their grip
creeping my purchase crumbled
sinking ever deeper
becoming an automaton
I am going through the motions
watching the lights extinguish
along with my last grain of sanity
the cloudy waters of my heart
dream poems, writing of the light
I can surf the stars once again
the lip curls, it is folding my heart
and creasing my mind
sanity has fled on golden wings
as sleeves of soul sway in the breeze
Single for life
Alone I stride in life contented and glad,
No need of love, for it can make one sad
Just me and my mind, never divided we two
Free from worries, that come with being wooed.
False peace and joy in possessions gleaned,
A lonely life brings the chance to dream
Friends come and go, but I am unchanged,
My friends would never try to rearrange.
No angst from arguments, no flaring of the heart,
A life free of love, into that I take a start
Just me and my cat, we take to my bed of flowers,
No angst to cloud my hours.
Lasting friendship with no fear of betrayal,
That’s the life I’ve elected and never can fail
I’ve picked a life of single pleasure and content,
The chance of love I’m never meant.
Written on a lonely night 1/11/23 by Davina Browne
Take me back to them days in the fall
When we spent our days breathing each other in with the air. Entranced. In thrall.
Where I held you beside me stood out in the entrance. Like them towering pines we viewed. Stood tall.
A walk in the woods. In the company of trees. Singular, familial yet unadorned. In that there loneliest place of them all.
Sat by the fire ; fanned by soft whispers, stoking stories of old
Kindling carried in kind by the wind; Words full of warmth in that glorious cold
Our inhibitions setting, our shadows cast as one. No care for the dawn with the night taking hold
In that moment time seemed still. A book cover framed in my mind so we counted stars in the sky writing chapters untold
The night settled in. We swayed beside the flickering fire. Not a word we spoke.
No music played. Like those fading flames we danced slow; in time with natures notes.
The moonlight took a shine to us then. A spotlight on my favourite autumn dress of flowers; filled with summer’s hope.
I’d fall asleep on your bed of flowers. Your scent of promise. Fragrant. Those days of fall when by each other’s sides we woke.
Before the world began Before the apple fell from the tree It was always you with me Heard the cries of my first born Made love till early morn Beneath the stars In a rocket Jupiter to mars With you only you It was always you with me A love so great It spans from New York To the Golden Gate Even before I came to be It was always you with me Traveled far and wide My love at my side To guide the way Listen to what I say If I die tomorrow Please no tears of sorrow I have seen the pyramids Made love on the eiffel towers In a bed of flowers With you only you It was always you with me A million years before man walked the earth Before I could see It was always you with me Put the angel on top of the tree Bounced my newborn on my knee It was always you with me When I close my eyes Only you only you do I see The truth never lies It was always you with me Alexander conquered the world Before Julius Ceasar came to be In all the books for all to see It was always you with me Romeo and Juliet gave their lives to be A history of love For all the world to see It was always you with me A love so great It spans from New York To the Golden Gate Even before I came to be It was always you with me
Form:
An aged rusty bed
and two pairs of worn out shoes
A clear sign of human presence
and we wonder at the life that was here
The umbilical cord that binds us to the past
Was everything genuinely better in "the old days" ?
14/05/2021
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A bed of golden flowers spreads across blades of grass
It's like a blanket of sunshine on the ground
A resting place waits without a sound
Soft, comforting, unlike the broken glass
Pieces of glass, those sharp memories left behind
As views of blurred miles are passed
The wheels of change turn, oh so fast
Old thoughts, new thoughts, pass through my mind
A bed of golden flowers remains fresh and new
Thriving safely, freely, on the way
Highlights such a beautiful, clear day
Offering peace with a bright, stunning, view
There is no return to what was lost
Only today, as precious time moves forward
Although there's proof of being no coward
Knowing the bed of flowers will fade with the frost
Heidi Sands
8/30/26
(C)opyright
I seek you in the silence of the night when the moon rises over the sleeping world,
On deserted streets where memories ripple like a delicate mist,
Where every whisper becomes a murmurous carpet of images and dream,
While the heart beats ancestral rhythms, calling you from the abyss.
I lose myself on forgotten paths where quietness blinks from its shadows,
With thoughts of our love, sweet and bitter, a balm in the night,
Rare as the dew on leaves that perishes at the dawn of the first light,
Waiting to soothe your sadness with the verse of a divine song.
Longing lures me, a phantom on your invisible trails,
I search fervently for you, the solace of the restless soul,
In the cold air, with the promise that, should I find you, I will stop time in its tracks,
To weave you a bed of flowers and wake you with the sweet kiss of deep fire.
Days tumble, deceptive shapes, towards you and my quest,
I will wait for you with an open heart, understanding, and inner peace,
With the belief that dreams find shelter in our vibrant reality,
I might ask you, there on the frozen shores of time, "Do we live our love, or do we merely dream it?".