Beckon me Home
towards a new horizon ~
a brighter sunrise,
a warmer sunset
to soothe my ravaged Soul.
I have danced upon the water,
a feather given flight by a gentle wind,
an exciting breeze that bodes well
within my dreaming eyes.
Time has touched my Life with careworn hands ~
Hope has healed a Heart that helped
by standing strong.
Inspiration strikes ~
a bolt of fire beneath my skin ~
bones rattle with Beauty;
I am breathless & yearning for the Dream.
Where are you now, my Love?
Do you wander where I roam?
I am Light in the Darkness ~
I am Shadow in the Sun ~
I dance to the music of Life ~
I dream, I laugh, I love.
Heart aching widely,
I open my Self to Love's seductive charms ~
I accept the risks & hope for luck ~
praying for Deliverance
from the silence in the Soul
that comes with seclusion & its deceit.
I know the chances I take (not without Fear)
with this stance of supposed strength,
this posture towards presumed Passion ~
this Life pulsing in my blood is warm & pure,
glorious flames whispering,
slow~dancing in this smoldering night.
You drift across my sleep~filled eyes
like sunlight filtered through closed shutters ~
warm light wrapped in filaments of lace.
You wrap your Love around me,
a blanket to soothe on this cold Winter's night ~
I sink into you with dreams of fire that does not burn.
You touch me;
I am a flower blooming in the Summer sun ~
the scent is lovely; the colors, bright.
You sing to me & suddenly,
I am raindrops falling gently,
crystal Spring, liquid Beauty inspired to grow.
You kiss me
as the Autumn leaves dance around us,
circling tightly in the changing Wind ~
this Harvest is bountiful.
I'll light a candle,
although we won't need it ~
we could find each other
in the deepest Darkness.
Please let me in; I promise I won't hurt you ~
I don't know how to make you weep ~
I'll comfort you with a blanket of Hope
& Faith will be a pillow for your weary head.
If you would only trust this Passion ~
& follow the Path where it may lead,
you'd know how good Life could be,
given Time to breathe.
There is comfort on a glowing hearth
as it shines in loving eyes ~
embers glitter & spark as we long for Truth~
the sound of leaves scurrying in the lane
to escape the wrath of Winter's icy grip,
lost in each other's every breath...
~ July 30, 2006
Adding your comment:
Thank you for your gracious words, Lynda. I'm pleased you enjoy my work, my Friend. I appreciate your kindness & your time. Be well, Poet. 
If I wasn't basically shy & you weren't so much younger, Poet...Sighhh...
My gosh, what lovely words you weave, my Friend...Thank you for painting my page with your Grace...
You wrote this very well, NMNM
Nuhhh uhhh...YOU'RE the one that said it...
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