Soft dark,
long legs of a gazelle,

Shapely buds of womanhood
Peek out at us like sundrops
between palm tree leaves.

***** curls worn like a crown.

At the ready!
She runs & leaps

Sandals upon the sand
& grassy knoll near the water's edge.  

Sun bathes brooks
naughty boys not hesitant
to stare with longing looks.

with eagle’s eyes
she knows
which way to go!

By:   Prince S.J. Webber
06 AUG 17

Soulmate

There is a longing in my Soul:

For that which is unconditional,
The unrelentless colloquialism
Expressions for desires knowing that

I alone belong to You,
As we share each other’s thoughts,
Blessed in its closeness
Or its intimacy

I am seemingly lost in my own troubles
And you are there too,
And my Heart beckons me to smile..

From the quiet tenderness in your eyes,
So dark and yet so full of life
With a little girl’s laughter
Inside the body of a woman filled

With so much joy that touches my very Soul
To the point of opening my Heart,
Free my spirit, giving it Wings
And allowing it to Fly...

Leaving me caught up in the rapture
Of your Youthful and teasing looks,
Wanting glances, or blatant familiar stares,
Seemingly so long ago, saying
“I want you.”

Soothed only by the passing of time
Held by dreams of lovers,
Thoughts of playful indecision,
The need to adore you,
The desires without justification
To bring you pleasure…

While holding and watching you
In its release of a thousand deaths;
Submersed as one,

As if for an hour,
A day, or a hide away weekend
Or fiery embers
That left us glowing
eternally from within

I remember when the first time
I saw you…
Seeing You happy,
My heart tells me
That despite its sadness
Today is like that day.

Psjwebber
(10/18/02)

Remembered Love for
(Victoria Delores Starnes)

I hear your kind whispers
in the breeze of spring
upon the summer wind.

I feel the gentleness of your touch
like a cool swirling brook
flowing across my skin.

I taste the sweetness of your lips
in every ripened berry, fragile
piece of fruit.

I hold you love
and beauty in child like chase;
running and laughing
in my heart of butterflies
in delightful pursuit.

(Psjwebber 5/31/21)

Artful Death
(I saw a Nuway)


We                                                                              
Casts portraits
centuries more than a day;
captured pieces
of Life eroding away.

We found beauty in its decay
& impressions sublime.

Isolation
Whispering
amongst the ruins
& congruent lines
abandoned by Time.

Vestiges & Echoes
of that which cannot
& did not last;
memoirs, records
or mementos of a
once distant past.


Symbols
Grey
Lacking luster, or rust
changes of color,
flaked peelings
crumbled into dust.

Cobwebs
gathering moss
bent over branches
Roots extended
dried out
from thirst
spoiled soiled

fallen
brown leaves,
scattered twigs
& broken glass.

Revealing a different
age from long ago
& eons since
have now grown old.

Where a River
once knew
the darkness
that reckons
& beckons
a mortal
twilight sky.

& I alone
was left to see
in its spaciousness Die.

Prince S J Webber
(8 Sept 21)