Five days rain fell
While the wind lords took not a breath
Between the howls that escaped
Their gaping mouths
And their puffed cheeks
Continued to curl and roll
In increasing dances  

Rivers and creeks flowed
Over board
Ships of rock and sand
With the shrimp sailors
Drowning under with silvery scaled mermaids

Two days followed
The five of rain fall
Those two the sun shone
Its gold beams shimmered upon the
Rivers and creeks watery surfaces

Those two days
After the five of falling rain
The frogs croaked from
Under the lily pads
And the dragonflies
Flew in perpetual dance

So it is
Always
A storm blows her winds
Sheds her rains
Refreshing the air
And then follows
A time of sunshine
And botanical beauty

Captain of my heart, the sea rolls
as the sand sifts through the glass.
It cease, yet sustains to stay afloat
as we are back and forth. We tug,
pull, and push our energies into being.
I pierce deep into the hourglass, but
not a crack in view. Our sands flow as
the waves; the rushing rivers.  In my
longing I await for your capture. Mount
my body as the ship on the mantle.
Love is yielding ,yet unyielding when
strong. When the storm rages for days
so long.

My dearest captain; do steer,
sail, float among my shore. Drop your
anchor that has made you idle in time
without the passion of mine. Together
we shall soar high, sail smoothly if
captured in love's net. I do the honors of
the hooked fish. Do search for me? Taste
my love when found. And you shall loose
yourself unto my capture; there releasing
the hold on our time. For it is of the essence,
swiftly moving silently under our breath.

I hold my position until a  yea or nah beckons...
There we shall meet our passion as a spark
sprung among the blazes. As you temp me
to loose myself unto your summon. I shall...
For true love is held captive in the heart.
It holds its own, so tenderly kind. You see my
Captain darling, at any given moment; I shall
set you free. If this, you wish for us.

Therefore, our love shall not be in capsule anymore
to river. The glass will shatter; releasing the sands
to be dispersed on earth. Who can find one particle?
You shall be free. However, I shall await for the winds
to stir us together. Then can we capture once more
our sands of love in the hourglass of time. Then we
shall fill it up and over. Our  love full of capacity,
unwavering, and steady as you and I.

By Jessica Hughes aka JHpoetry
All Rights Reserved By Author  ©2009-2010  

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It has proven its point.
The barrier between you and I.
While the ceramic tile presses
against my feet.  In a distance,
there the plastic siding hugs
the brick foundation. As shrubbery
is not yet green nor my pockets.
Inside, the heat sweats the yellow
stained-sheet rock. Into the pit
of my stomach, causing a burning
sensation. This is a four by four.
As my legs walk around in a circle.
I think... Where found,  wood chippings
and bread crumbs that hover over
a Persian rug. The pattern of sunflowers.
Like the ones on out-dated place mats.
And I sat, rubbing away the goo from
underneath each one. While the air
thickened, regal like a stiff neck. I wait
for a sign to say when. Most of the cheap
clothing has been packed. They are ready
to move. They are dancing. Across the floor
of sunflower dreams.

I may not know
the amount of days
or weeks or months
or years
but I'm sure someday someone will
hold me
close at night
and breathe
"See you in the morning,"
into my ear.
And that thought
helps me sleep
until then.