The morning sun unveils a diaphanous gleam,
A silver lilt is carried on the breeze,
That dances lightly on the quiet stream,
As wind-songs wake the ancient trees.
The shadows fade across the shallow deep,
The tide pours softly in the still lagoon,
Where quiet waters in the hollow sleep,
And far beyond the reach of any moon.
The world awakes in hushed and gentle grace,
A silent wonder in a timeless place.
demure hushed in Avalon fog
weaving fables at grey spindles
river was tableclothed quiet
whiteness soft enveloped bodies
silvery sheath covered psyche
maidens mature into women
protective watchful fog unveils
ripened wombs awakening pink
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Placing: Third
Your smile shines~
as the early effulgence enshrouds
upon wisteria water
echoing ephemeral embraces
on tenebrous turquoise trees
that bear your name.
Your laughters linger~
upon the emerald leaves
that radiate a lilac shade
as the sun goes up
like your eyes that sparkle a hue
transforming into Caribbean blue
on the first glance
of a sweet romance.
Your song soars~
entwined in ethereal ensemble
above each passing cloud
where etched elegies echo
a lost and found love.
That magical morning scene
of enchanted garden near Giverny
unveils a dream I keep
in wild willows lilac leaves
where my story dwells in silence .
The shy sky behind them~
wishes to kiss the gleaming water
where silent sanctuaries are sheathed
upon the indigo shadow,
accentuated by fine chiaroscuro
embracing purple petals
that whisper through silent water
where lofty love story dwells~
perpetuated by each sunrise.
Come and get me
The skylines serenade from her lips.
Suspended in anticipation.
Her innocence mesmerizes with
A murmuration of spells, casting
Love particles.
Blossom before my eyes.
Then unveils a pause, sending my
heart racing, into the core of it all.
The object of my contemplation,
While spoken words see the unseen.
Things we keep, my moon and your sun
light, now speechless.
My dearest lover, air kisses,
Our hidden contrasts are in this gravity
Fields slow down time in this serious game.
Second to none, as these impulses summon,
A playful vibe of your charm, between
Uninterrupted curiosity, now that the dye has
been cast. In this kairotic moment,
so open up and flow with me on this episodic.
No need for narcotics, nor to be an alcoholic.
We will stay on topic without being hypnotic.
Sharing all our symbiotic, after expressing her
Exotic nature.
If you want me?
Come and get me!
Reflect, it does, with inner thoughts
That flow from soul to heart, then mind,
To form an image that will show
A gift to be interpreted
By how we think the mystery-
Displayed as sadness or as joy,
Unveils its visions, dark or bright,
And strikes a chord with how we feel.
The mirror of a crafted poem-
Reflects each reader differently.
In shades of teal the ocean's roaring calls.
A realm so deep where life in ripples lives,
a world of shells where boundless beauty sprawls.
Beneath the sky a water color-scape
wild currents move in rhythmic Afro dance.
In shades of teal the ocean's roaring calls.
Sunlight falls through surface green and blue
creating teal amid the kelp and grass,
a world of shells where boundless beauty sprawls.
Within the darkened blue so deep and wide
the mystic sea unveils its great display
in shades of teal as ocean's roaring calls.
A gentler call as nighttime stars come out.
The gems are seen in stony tidal trays,
a world of shells where boundless beauty sprawls.
As twilight winds regain their strength afar
in fog a moonlit echo can be heard.
In shades of teal the ocean's roaring calls,
a world of shells where boundless beauty calls.
(Unrhymed Villanelle)
Relentless yearning colors unrestrained
the spectral edge of the halcyon horizon,
where the nascent scarlet sun unveils
the fervent facade of the decorous dawn,
bringing to me across the million miles
the seraphic sparkle of the sapphire sea,
shining with the tinge of azure allure.
I stand whelmed at the finite fringe
of the primal vastness of the aquatic vista
as its timeless vigor tosses ceaseless
on the crests of the swelling waves,
adorning the beach with pearly garlands.
The silent spread of the silver sheet
wraps your faint footprints in fluid embrace.
As the melancholic waves intone incessant
in the moonbeam ballet of the blue night,
I search in cobalt obscurity for my mermaid,
floating away along the stardust trail,
setting sail on the serenading winds
to where my heart hovers on the sea shore.
As a rolling pebble flinging lonesome
with the rhythm of the tides of time,
I’m submerged in the sea of sanguinity
of the rapturous immensity of reverie.
Through the ardent frame of my fingers
I don’t let the golden sands of longing slip,
I turn them into topaz on mystique beach,
design a dainty diadem to embellish you.
A golden mote grates
on dusky blue
portent of divine excellence
radiant white nestling
in the humble nook
honed by an oyster
who unveils prized secrets
of the deep
in shadowed places.
dawn mist
slowly lifts
over the field,
unveils tender colors~
calming
Come to me...
Even in whispered thoughts that come to not.
On the trail of ashes scattered at every stop.
In the wake of unborn indigo dreams.
In the last drops of a dying stream.
With a soft reply and ardent eyes.
And a silhouette that unveils your eyes.
Winter whispers soft,
Echoes of a quiet bond—
Fractured mirrors gleam.
In shadows, blush hints,
Patterns woven in stillness,
Calmness drapes the dusk.
Silent frost unveils
Subtle traces of the past,
Footsteps in the snow.
At the dusk of life,
All promises of dawn fade.
The hopes of noon arrive dead—
Petals wilt, beauty flees, and regret dances.
Time feigns vivacity within the day,
Yet grows listless before twilight unveils.
Its carcass leaves behind bitter regrets—
Like emptiness gripped in bare hands.
If you still feel time’s galloping pulse,
Run with blistering speed, lest it leave you behind;
For time deceives, wears down all strength,
And barters vigour for disillusionment.
Build your fort—adorn it with success;
For mockers wait to scorn your fall.
Only steadfast endurance sustains your stride,
And smooths life’s rough gallops on your way.
The eye perceives what it has strained.
The veiled remains, though truth is chained.
Look deeper still; what's there ingrained—
Darkness unveils a daydream.
Beyond what at first may seem.
The mind unveils what night conceals.
Through whispered cries the dark appeals.
Its secret inks on shadow steals —
A star-inscribed scroll unfolds,
What silence untold beholds.
The night unveils a secret scar.
A gleaming wound, a fallen star.
Its brilliance stark, from near and far—
Each sorrow leaves a new trace.
Each silence hides its disgrace.
The void cuts through the shadowed skies,
Its piercing gaze a sea of eyes.
It strips all veils, unmasks disguise—
Your net worth is stripped away,
Revealing what won't belay.
So squint your eyes to veil the light.
And turn away from shadows' blight,
Let darkness cloak the aching sight—
For truth is a jagged blade,
Its sharp cuts can't stop, be swayed.
Turn back to tales in star-strewn skies,
Where whispered myths breathe, live, and rise,
Then fade where veiled perception lies—
They shroud the bright cosmic blaze,
From bright light, no tongue can phrase.
In the dance of conscious life, death wears its silver mask,
And beneath the veil of darkness, a hidden life flickers softly,
If we closed our eyes, blindness would be a sublime gift,
We'd see how we fight for subtle, ephemeral illusions.
In the silence that embraces us, reality unveils in the dark,
A vast and profound universe, beyond our petty dreams,
Where light no longer penetrates, truth is born from chaos,
And we see how we've lived for chimeras, for faceless shadows.
The mind's eye opens only when the light dims slowly,
And in the absence of brilliance, we see the essence we always missed,
In the eternal night, we find answers to unasked questions,
For only in darkness is the magic of unknown, pure life born.
Thus, in the flow of consciousness, we lose ourselves in unexplored depths,
We find a profound calm, a peace born from obscurity,
And in this secret silence, we discover we're more
Than mere shadows dancing on the stage of the fleeting world.
Sweet Peach Wine
In the valleys where prayer flags dance,
And clouds kiss Himalayan glance,
I found a bottle, soft and fine,
Of Bhutan’s sweet peach-scented wine.
It tasted like a lover’s sigh,
A summer dusk, a blushing sky,
With every sip, your name would bloom,
A floral echo through the room.
The amber liquid, slow and deep,
Unveils the dreams we dare to keep.
Like whispers in a sacred shrine,
You lingered in that peachy wine.
We drank beneath the twilight's flame,
Two hearts, one breath, no need for name.
Your laughter swirled in mountain air,
A silent vow, a fragrant prayer.
Oh, if I could, I’d bottle time—
The warmth, your kiss, that sweet divine.
But all I have, and all that's true,
Is this peach wine, and love for you.
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