A flower unblossomed
A petal in my bosom
A decade older
But it feels like a century of wisdom
No one there to guide me
But the one in my reflection
And then came a storm of blessings
Is that God's everlasting light?
Standing behind closed doors
Oiling their hinges and joints, they're doing it right
Because I never felt so free before
I once thought someone stole the sun
It was dark and I couldn't see
Now I realize the sun was never gone
I was blind because the darkness was in me
Walking together entwined in the moonshine,
you whispered the tune of the autumn breeze.
Your enigmatic smile, the mirage of illusion,
sparkled in my stellar sky of yearning.
When the freezing wind of discontent blew,
your insipid lips curled like wilted flower petals.
The diaphanous mist of makeover shrouded you,
blenched you of all colors, and diluted your aroma.
At the mellow sunset under pallid twilight sky,
I walked alone in your ashen garden path
in the meadow of unblossomed buds,
emiting ordinary smell unexciting.
My fuzzy sense of frozen fervor lingered
in the crevice of your remote heart so pale.
With the thousand candles of burning desire
I tried then to brighten up your vanilla charisma.
She watered the plant
Left at His call before time
Unblossomed plant died.
Where Love Grew
Beneath the maple tree
is where our love first started to grow
Green buds of unblossomed love,
basking in the golden dappled light
of spring’s awakening
A sweet kiss given,
sweet as maple ...
given beneath the swaying branches
Dancing to the wind music of spring,
as you lullabied me with sweet whisperings
Under the unshaded maple tree
is where our love first began to seed,
and take root into the heart of me
Beneath the maple tree
is where your love started to grow inside of me
Your love lifted me above the branches so high
It took me beyond the expansion
of the bright blue sky
Lasting longer than time
marked in tree rings to be seen
For in the seed of growth came strength of bond
that flourished on soft emerald grass,
under the shaded maple tree
Through rain and sun,
all storms to pass
Our sweet whisperings of love do last
Within my heart, within my soul,
I am as tall as the maple tree with you
We are still dancing to the wind music
each spring anew
Beneath the maple tree
where our love grew
Heidi Sands collaboration with Freddie Robinson Jr.
3/10/17
Shake my soul
Drained of life
busy and monotonous,
I always sit in silence
to introspect,
Why the need
to exhaust ourselves?
When nothing
so essential than comfort,
And happiness of content
beyond this rat race,
Stands quietly at the door
and deep into heart.
But for only one peek
into our mortal being,
That will shake the stem
to shed dry leaves of greed,
Nurture few unblossomed buds
that didn't see an early spring,
to bloom in kindness.
As I sit in solitude
tired and absolutely broken,
Denied of love
having lost all wit,
Cherishing material joys,
in false pride and ego,
Will someone dare
give me a good shake?
Shhhhhh.......
Don't wake up my soul.......
Written August 10th, 2015
Contest- Shhhh
Sponsor - Silent one
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