Nursing my secret longings
I lie awake in the wee hours of the night
Mind restless, like a caged bird, craving redemption
My thoughts journeying through time and space

I recognize a thousand appetites
Still waiting to be appeased!
Sadly there isn’t time enough
To realize what I really crave.

It is in the stillness of the night
When sleep deserts the eyes
That mind derails its track
And wanders like an aimless vagabond

Though rooted firmly on the ground
At times, I feel, I lose my bearings
How I longed to paint my sky
In garish colors and shades!
    
I wonder if the scales of my life’s balance
Lean more to gains or losses now!
There was a time when hope ruled the roost
And I heard love’s soft whispers all around!

Now I am unable to precisely tell
What my mind craves and pines
But this much I know for certain
I am becoming worn and old

Years have so quickly skipped past me
With youth and beauty sapped away
Leaving life an exhausted well
With the dregs remaining at the bottom

My eyesight has waned, the earlier lustre gone
My once supple knees have started to creak
And the muscles, begun to sag  
I feel as vulnerable as a foetus in the womb

Pain grows with years
As a smudge deepens into an erasable stain
I am no wizard to call back all that have left
But listen to their ‘long, melancholy, withdrawing roar’

No more springing steps
And a fast fading cortex
Still I stretch myself
To catch at Hope, winging away!

Little by little,
Bit by bit,

Page by page,
My blood
I drip.

Scattered fragments
Of my soul
I leave behind,

In hope that one day
You may find...

Me - Completely.

Little by little,
Day by day,

Everlasting,
My chosen words
Will stay.

Verse by verse,
My soul
On earth
Will linger - Immortal,
Undying,

Traceable footsteps,
On these pages,
I leave -
Tears in words;
My pen is always crying.

My soul
Longs to bleed
Blood and tears of ink,

Between the lines
You will find me;
I have left trails -
A direct link.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Choreographing words
Into theatrical dances
With her imagination,

Gracefully exhibiting
All of her thoughts -
Using letters
As lavish decoration.

Having them leap-out
Onto the stage,
Outside of her mind,

Hoping each performance,
"Her life's story,"
You will find.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Time to love people
The way that they love me.

Lady R.F ©2016

She carries
A blazing fire,

It is hidden
Deep down inside her.

It keeps her warm
On long, chilly winter nights,
And endless icy-cold days,

Summer resides inside her,
An unconditional, empathetic love
Burns brightly - a raging fire ablaze.

The warmest of hearts
She carries,
Through winter's unbearably numbing
Harshness - when temperatures are
Beyond being stone-cold,

A fire deep down inside her -
A loving heart
Overflowing with the purest of gold.

This fire can melt your
Ice-cold tears,

It can craddle,
And rid you,
Of all your fears.

Summer resides inside her,
Throughout every season
Of the year,

If ever she were
To see you
Out in the cold,
She would surely bring you near.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I have never trusted you
At all!

Beauty lies beyond
Having a flawless body and face,
But your reflection dictates
That the beautiful, imperfect person
That is staring at you,
Is out of place.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do you set people up
To fall?

There is more to life
Than having a perfect complexion,
There is more to life
Than trying to be "perfection!"

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
If you cannot be kind,
Or find anything nice to say...
Then please, do not speak
At all!

Why don't you tell that vulnerable,
Desperate person,
That's gazing into your guise,
That they don't need to try to fit-in -
Or be wearing a made-up disguise.

And why don't you tell
That poor aching soul,
That loving the skin that they were born in,
Should be their number-one goal!

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Beauty is skin deep -
Don't you know anything...
At all!

By Lady R.F ©2016

My crystal-clear
inkwell
ran dry,

so I dipped
my quill-pen tip
into the sky.

I said
a little prayer,

and blew it out
into the air.

I spent a tear,
I sighed a little sigh,

I tried so hard
not to breakdown
and cry.

I took a deep breath
and closed my eyes,

I hoped
that the heavens
would hear
my silent cries.

I sat down
with my back
against our big tree,

it still looked
exactly the same
as it used to be.

A white dove came
and greeted me,

I then remembered
those words
you once said to me...

"It's in your blood,
it runs through your veins...
Just let your inner voice
guide your hand,
its ink
will leave beautiful stains!"

I thanked
the Gracious,
Merciful Lord
up above,

for he,
sent those words to me,
through the beautiful
white dove.

The white dove flew
from the branch
of our big tree,

I knew
that the white dove
was sent
to watch over me.

By Lady R.F ©2016

The eyes
are the windows
of the heart,
and the soul,
through them
we see who people
really and truly are.

A shortcut,
and a gateway,
to the garden
in which we dwell -
otherwise
near impossible to reach;
for the distance
is a lifelong journey
to a destination extremely far.

By Lady R.F ©2016

A group of black clouds
gathered,
they had come to be together -
for the blue sky, had sadly,
just passed away,

The Sun
switched its warm,
radiant, bright light off -
paying respect to the memory
of another lost,
perfect Summer's day.

Heaven's gates stood
with arms wide open,
Heaven
flooded the grounds
below
with heavy,
warm tears of rain,

Upon these warm tears stopping,
A delightful,
sensationally bright,
hope-filled, 
glowing rainbow
miraculously came forth -
A sign
that Summer's rain—Heaven's warm tears,
were not, at all, in vain.

By Lady R.F ©2016