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Anecandu Dec 2014
Remember this moment and hallow it my love
that time taketh it not away. Dote each second of its
serendipity, as fleeting as the close of day.
Regale me with all affection, that even in its conception,
It is our greatest reward.
With mired pity I slave in simplicity as its lowliest steward.

Its height is unassailable,
as a castle built on Moats as foundations, each stone requiring
the strength of nations, to shake.
Yet still I quake,
Trembling with bated tongue in your royal presence.  
A  fright of such magnificence,
To offer
               my fickle heart
                                           as a stepping stone,

To the gates of happiness, My gilded tongue to shoot bolts
of compliment that fall as natures mist in its decent.
But If I am but a mere feather, in thy velvet cap
My duty would not stop.

Till we dance as leaves of grass on a heather.
Anecandu Dec 2014
Like a Diamond in the rough each cut bringing me closer.
Closer to perfection.
Fearing the rejection of the brilliance test.
I do my best, but the rest won't come.

My senses run, like a sinus attack.
Fighting off the feeling of black.
I want to be Purple in a gauntlet.
Or perhaps a bright Cherry Scarlet.

Deep and bright hold me up to the light.
I'm reflecting, what little I see,
Oh but suddenly, Now I  realize.
Before my eyes so true, what's making me shine all this time,

Its you........................
Anecandu Dec 2014
In my dream, I saw you in the eye of my stormy mind.
You heard my music but its reality made you blind,
Like justice holding my heart and happiness in your hands.
I held out mine but felt it slip away like the sand.

Sands of time, its fleeting grasp left me floating
like a wasp with a bite but no sting.
You were so kind to treat me like a king.
Wrapping me in a cocoon of your love and honesty.

Honestly I'm giving you wings.
Because your my angel playing my taut heart strings.
Nightingales song serenading me back through the dream warp.
Your touch is too warm as you pull me back to you.
Your fire making me unglue, undo into pieces
Anecandu Dec 2014
Feel my words cocoon and support you as you sleep.
Like the warmth of summer sun walking on concrete.

Your uneasiness melting away like an ice pop in the sun,
Only it’s in your mouth and its fun.
You want to skip and run.

Run out of your shoes escape to misty blues.
Your arms are flying.

The sweetness and contrast of cherry on your lips so wry.
Makes you happy cry. So silent move your hips and why?

To music you can’t hear but you’re so aware.
Somehow your looking up above and see me doting,

Feel my love............................................
Anecandu Dec 2014
Growing slowly out of the way.
Lover of sun and alone at play.

Beautiful rich colour when in bloom.
Unassuming yet powerful in a greenhouse room.

You complement the entire garden.
All the landscape brightly sharpen.

In the softest wind you bounce.
Your blossoms surprise unannounced.

Conserving moisture down to the ounce.
The butterflies and bees for your nectar pounce.
Anecandu Dec 2014
Wait for me, on the first midday of summer,
Your smile warmer than the melting sun.
In playful garb and colour we've only just begun.

Wait for me, last day of Autumn, a kiss past six at day break,
the leaves of uncertainty have fallen,
Happiness springs in its wake.

Wait for me in winters starry midnight,
You command my delight with your frozen lips of rose gold,
My heart swelling with desire at the fusing of our souls.

Wait for me floating at sunset in Easter's eternal spring.
Hope springs forth from the fertile soil of trust and love is blossoming..
Wait for me ....oh  Wait for me there with cheer
  Dec 2014 Anecandu
Ashley Browne
dad left
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday

mom kept
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table

every night
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"

sometimes
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner

one night
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
the jar
back
up
On this Remembrance Day, I think of all those who have served, with a special thought for Dad.  And though she has no medals, I also think of Mom; every tour of duty Dad went through, she went through too, taking care of us on her own.

*** Edit: Thank you for all your kind words!  Due to a recent outpouring of sympathy, I feel it necessary to clear up the fact that my dad did in fact make it home from this mission; his tour had simply been extended for an additional 3 months.  Still, it isn't easy being part of a military family - and that's what I meant to show. ***
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