Like a dove calling
I coo for you my lost partner
I send my words with the wind.........
Hoping they shall fall on your ears.
I sit in the highest of branches
My eyes search the landscapes for you.
Everyday since you went away
I rise with the morning sun
To sing my lonely melody.
Tree upon tree I travel the distances
Trusting I am getting closer to you
My ears listen to the wind to answer.
I sing in the rain
I sing in the sunshine
Upon the trees and on the ground.
I fly to the heights
To the distances too
I sing in search of you.
You see not my tears
You will hear them in my calling
In my pitch and tone
I cry to find you.
Listen to the wind
Hear my plea.
Like yesterday
The sun is falling again
In my solitude to my nest I retire.
The morning shall come again
When I will sing again
Singing in call of you.
After your morning run
I watched as you
Came into the house
After being caught
In a morning rain
I couldn’t help but notice
When you walked in
That the outline
Of your summer dress
Clung to you
Like a second skin
Drenched to the bone
You threw yourself into me
Sharing the dampness
Of a summer’s morning
That was happily dripping
From your face and breasts
As you soaked me
In the sparkling wetness
You completely ruined
My suit and tie
Still…
I couldn’t help thinking
What a beautiful way
That this was
To start my day
You, unforgettable lass
Wined and dined by champion stuff
Chose me singlehandedly
Disdaining emblem, lance and ruff
I turned out to be minstrel though
Luckless wayward troubadour
Flitting past from post to post
Stringing harps and often poor
Lamented bald and ribald all,
‘That epitome of womankind
Should languish in the arms of such
Fool, who’s always left behind’
Stunned, however, I remain
When each morning brings to me
Still today at sixty plus
Like morning dew your loving glee
While the small Woodstock stores
Came to life
I watched
As shopkeepers
Began their morning jobs
Of shoveling freshly fallen snow
The naked trees
Of the old downtown street
Bent beneath the weight
While I reflected
On the storm
That had battered the town
From the moonless night
Into early morning
Stopping for coffee
I could see you
Out of the corner of my eye
Dancing down the street
From the village square
And even though
I could not look your way
Just knowing it was you
Was all that it took
To feel the cold winter morning
Melt away
And memories of missing you
Come rushing in
Like an early morning sunrise that speaks to your inner self which finally awakens you on
this day! With a kiss that moves the earth beneath you. The day I let go all insecurities
and fears,yes things will go my way. As I can be with you, just to be still, as our
heartbeats converse which each other. Knowing that's God's will, that we are together.
Waking up every morning to your joy and grace. Is like me being in another world, time and
space.As I shout to the world far and near. It's you I'm going to grow old with and be near!
To my sweet angel
To say good morning to you
I have called the sun from the sky
To give bliss to your mind
I have called the heaven from His land
Say good morning to me
To keep this day as my day
Keep smile in your face
To make my life meaningful
Say something to me
To write a lot in my epics
Grow my dear as a full moon of the sky
To fix you as a gem with His blessings in life
What a perfect morning of love.
God's bright Son was shining above.
The flowers all displayed their beauty.
Which was their only wonderful duty.
Their aroma perfumed all the air.
And their fragrances were very rare.
The birds were singing their song.
This wonderful morning nothing was wrong.
The ocean waves put off a lovely mist.
It was as though by the very angels you were kissed.
Anything that was done this morning fair.
Was done with God's love, help and care.
Written for Francine Roberts "Good Morning" contest
To one who’s name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck
Your hands gently tend my landscape with their caress
Each and every flower, you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth of your undress
You move your morning breezes into the darkness of my night
Until I no longer know the season or present year
Time is of no essence within my sight
Of warmth or cold, I have no fear
To one who’s name is written on every single line of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape in a world apart
Marked on a calendar of none
The cares of life, waft into silent pieces as they come to light
When your morning breeze moves upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand’s sight
Forgets these cares of ours
To one who’s name is written in my eyes as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink flowing from our sun
My landscape will be your garden harbor
From your breezes, I will never run
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
I wonder if you remember the good times...
A sunlit morning with words and rhymes...
Coffee and juice with strawberries served...
A morning treat and much loved deserved...
Our getaways have drifted to dust....
A past once so clear is tattered with rust....
Memories some good and some bad...
Hope when you think of me the feelings are not sad...
We were two stars that collided that were way to bright...
But there will always be a corner of my heart that still
holds you tight...
it is not in the gloaming, that I miss you most
but in the early morning hours
when the moon starts to fade
red reaching across the desert sky
once familiar smells wake me
and I pour a cup and reflect
watching today dawn from my patio
in a sweatshirt to prevent early morning chill
yesterday is added to silent storage
a cache that fills
Each day awake
With a soaring heart
I face the earth anew
Baptized by nightly dew
And morning rain
I spring fresh fountains of love
Like a seed
In a sweet fruit -
I carry tree, flowers
And more of me in fruits
Of forgiving heart and compassion
And yet some still bite
With every bitterness of spite
And gnaw the taste of this pure thing
With venomed malice in their sting
These hatched in foul nights
Tells nothing restricts the festering of hate
It does not matter that I am innocent
There is always some whose life is incomplete
Without a regimen of wrath.
What stupidity will ask
In the hollow wisdom of pride
The cause for human bitterness
The origin of discontentment
Or makes a of logic a cause
Perennial ... that man does not act
Without external reason
I repudiate that fact
As a virtual construction of conceit
For hate exist
And will persist without a cause
Except the iniquity of the human heart
But each morning I bloom afresh
The gospel of Christ own righteousness.
I drink my morning latte
you're drinking chocolate milk
I'm eating a french pastry
you're eating, I don't know what
I'm reading the New York Times
you're reading a comic book
I clear the morning table
while you stretch and yawn
let's go back to bed
you say with one of those looks
I read you loud and clear
and follow you from the room
it's this part of our love
where everything is right
you're a keeper baby
and I am here for good
Every morning I wanna wake to your face.
Empty are the walls.
Bare is my soul for without you this is
just a place.
Head apon pillow deep in slumber without a care.
I curse shadows and lose
myself in the sent of her hair.
I miss you befor you even leave.
The foolish try.
Emotions are not hidden well
apon the sleave.
She saw the man befor the ghost.
The ship sits out off shore.
As the pain does linger just off
the coast.
In hand brings more comfort than
in heart.
You felt all.
So without warning you did depart.
Every morning just befor light chases
night away.
I sit and curse the reason I could no longer
stay.
Empty as the lost who's life
sit's in a cart.
To exist is a struggle when your
forever missing
the other half of your heart.
I wake up in the morning to find myself alone again.
Only me an empty hallway and the ghost of you.
Old memories fly throught the room,filling the air with a strange sense of company.
Trying to forget i run throught your escence getting to the same starting pint.
Where i once thought happyness was.
I wake up again in the morning of my life.
still alone.
but never lonely again.
JUAN ONATE.
Ripples
A sudden chime reiterates
She touches the world
A fingertip
And ripples sent
Resolves
Inward
Feed back
Distant
Hits resounding light
Fluent curls
She signals
Waves repeating
Sent ripples
Outward
Washing through
Eternal
A holding breath for a moment
Landscaping emotions
Swell
As she dips
Down upon the re-entry
Calling ripples sent
On waking
Reappearing
Gathers the hems and skirts of beauty
Reminding
The day turns
Me on a pendulum swing
She senses me
Ever to her
Ripples sending
Returning
And every morning I stand and wait
Looking over the edge
Out over a precipice
Waiting
While the cool morning winds are warming
I hang in a moment
She touches the world
Rippling
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