where
does
love go
with
the
lights
turned down low
when
the
heart
wants to know
where
the
heart
wants to go
young lovers
underneath
the
moonlight stars
Wind flowing through the forest lair,
Wind brushing her loam of hair,
Us underneath the starry sky,
Made me hope that the time won’t fly.
We fall we rise,
We see the lies,
We see our dreams fall, crumble and die,
We wonder if it’s worth it to try.
Us underneath the blackened sky,
‘Please dear, please don’t cry.’
The phase has ended,
The abyss has closed,
Trust is recovered.
Us underneath the sky,
We met here once, we met here twice,
We’ll stay here together until the end of time.
Have you ever cleared your closet?
Relationships are like wardrobes
They need to be reviewed
Have you ever packed your bags?
A heart is like a storage box
It needs to be sorted
That lingering thought,
Pacing around the room
The reinvention of ideas
It is the biggest ever
Looking at the mirror
The admiration of a human being
It is the scariest thought
Am I the best?,
Have you ever cleared your heart
Feelings can be a deception
They need to be evaluated
Have ever packed your makeup bag?
A face is like a hidden mask
It needs to be taken care of
That lingering thought.
I know I'm the problem
My fractured thoughts remind me constantly
My love
I've got the bullet
But I never wanted the gun
I think I fall in love everyday
Strangers on the street I'll meet someday
I think I love them all
But I never intend to fall
I know I'm not the problem
His actions show me consistently
I'm stuck in distain
He handed me the gun
After unloading the bullets at my feet
Underneath
Underneath dull exterior are
more
imperfections
duller.
Shade of lad with hat
Playing guitar underneath-
The tree and moonlight
Underneath the mimosas,
arched and pink,
leaning on Summer,
I slow down
good thing
a truck
in my lane
arrival time
In heaven paced
because
I listen
when God speaks
Sometimes i wish
That i could crawl out of my skin
Bare all my sins
Flay myself open
And watch as i bleed
Maybe then i might feel
Some sense of release
A lessening of the weight
That suffocates me as i try to breathe
Maybe if i could breathe and i could see
I might not feel so dirty
But if i bare all my sins
And let everything out in the air
People would really see
The pathetic being i am underneath
We go gently under the stars,
Barefoot whispers on dew-kissed scars
Of the sleeping earth. A velvet hush,
Only starlight whispers, a gentle crush
Of galaxies vast on our upturned gaze.
No need for words in this starlit maze.
A hand-held close, a silent vow,
Under a sky where dreams somehow
Unfurl-like banners, vast and bright,
Guiding our steps through the starlit night.
As we go gently underneath the stars
A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait,
etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance,
sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss,
angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture,
what optic relishes await at early first light,
a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner,
heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim,
red orange burst sky a stirring presage,
for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature,
natural world usher whose gold throat cadence,
rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees,
tapping into human yearning for awestruck omen,
Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem,
yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure
might embolden dull minds with ardent spark
A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait,
etched by a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance,
sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss,
angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture,
what optic relishes await at early first light,
a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner,
heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim,
red orange burst sky a stirring presage,
for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature,
natural world usher whose gold throat cadence,
rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees,
phasing into human yearning for awestruck omen,
Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem,
yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure
might embolden dull minds with ardent spark
In his dressing-gown
pyjamas underneath
slippers gently slapping
he traverses his bedroom floor
covering the space
between his bed and the closet
the closet and his bed
in measured, purposeful strides
up and down
up and down
each decisive journey
taking the same amount of steps
his hands
comfortably curled
rest gently
in the spacious pockets
of his dressing-gown
a man on a mission
thoughts to be thought
decisions to be made
actions to be taken
head tilted down
looking at
but not really seeing his feet
as they propel him
back and forth
back and forth
is it not amazing
that all of us
to a man
unerringly get this vignette
completely understand
this compelling little drama
being played out
in a strangers bedroom.
underneath the glow
trees are painted white with snow
a blue jay watches
Heidi Sands
1/29/24
(C)opyright
"Underneath the Mistletoe"
Christmas kissed
its dream
underneath the Mistletoe
The Dream
melted a frozen heart
underneath the Mistletoe
Love like a
burning star
shining bright
Christmas kissed
its dream
underneath the Mistletoe
Love like a
burning star
shining bright
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023
They thought they could crush her;
like a pretty little flower,
But she is much more than that;
she holds extra ordinary power.
They thought they could crush her;
like a daisy in their hand,
But there is something in her;
that they do not understand.
She is a wild flower;
the wildest in the bloom,
Power radiates off her;
as she enters the room.
She makes people at her feet;
with just a single stare,
A hint of mischief;
in that emotionless, deadly glare.
She manipulates those around her;
all once in a while,
That evil smirk disguised;
as a honey-coated smile.
It took so long to identify;
what she was hiding beneath,
My Love, She was never the flower;
But the snake underneath.
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