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Chris Jul 2015
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Another long quiet night
and I am wide awake,
yet I still dream or perhaps
it just seems like a...

a bloom of unbelievable beauty,
mesmerizing pristine petals
in tender pastel colors,
the sweetest fragrance
of any springtime breeze,
an enchanting vision
touching every part
of my heart,
creating a desire I have
never before known,
growing on the other side
of a bordering wall
as high as it is wide,
separating southern valleys
from northern boundaries,
past maple tree sentries,
beyond the locked garden gate
at the end of a flagstone walkway,
just out of my reach...

Wow, I guess it could be...
but if so, it is a dream that I will not give up on
until it comes true and I hold this
beautiful flower close to me...to never let go
Good night Beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
~

Forever is not long enough,
*I'll ask for an extension
For you beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
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The news did spread, a kingdom’s will
For sorrow placed its shadowed hand
‘Pon castle steps the crowd did fill
As heart break took a firm command

The skies, a darkened clouded stain
As children wept in mother’s fold
Now lost amidst a dismal rain
This hour, sadness frigid cold

How could it be, their precious queen
Had fallen to a woeful stead
A tethered seed, nightmarish deem
Her majesty this day is dead

The knight, of shining armor might
Her lifeless body cradled deep
Staring straight to heaven’s light
Then bowed his head, began to weep

He raised her body ever strong  
Carried her through chambered door
An empty hallway wide as long
Depleted by this mournful chore

The villagers of forlorn feel
Gathered in the dampened street
The plight of loss in full reveal
Disconsolate of death’s defeat

When then upon horizon’s glare
A silhouette of staggered steed
Towards the kingdom's stricken stare
In slow methodic steps proceed

This figure slumped of saddle ride
And weary strains of wistful yearns
Through gates of iron, wandered stride
*A shout rings out, “Our king returns”
This is a sequel to my poem, "An empty throne"
Chris Jul 2015
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Sweet French toast kisses
Morning coffee embraces
*Waking with a smile
Good morning Beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
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A full moon shines
this cloudless sky
and watches as
I pass it by

While riding on
a shooting star
that’s taking me
to where you are

Neath heaven’s gaze
illumined bright
so I may bring
my love this night

It matters not
where you might be
as long as you
will wait for me

I’m flying fast
as I can go
if you look up
you’ll see my glow

That’s me up there
so high above
now floating down
with all my love

So hopefully
you'll open wide
your heart so I
may land inside
Good night Beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
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For this of castled velvet throne
A queen does weep a single tear
Bleak shadows of this night have grown
To cast upon her heart this fear

Reflection polished marble floor
Her silhouette of humbled reach
Now shutters via nightmare’s pour
Alone of bridges fought to breach

Beyond the window valleys sleep
Soft candle flame in slumbered night
Flickering her pain felt deep
Burning through in cautioned light

An empty throne aside her heart
Its warmth now chilled of worried feel
That day her love he did depart
Read messages to long conceal

Her single kiss of cherished due
A farewell bid, pled safe return
Lost amidst this sorrowed view
And loneliness again did burn

As if the dawn had been his shield
In misty haze on moor’s harsh breath
Of forest frame it had concealed
A moment quick of arrow’s death

She takes this single tear she’s cried
Into a glass of liquid clear
This droplet of her love applied  
Her broken heart to wish him near

And brings this potion to her lips
Such bitter taste slow going down
A whispered hope in swallowed sips
To then remove her saddened crown

Upon his throne of gold now rests
She breathes one final moment pure
Her eyes now close of wishful quest
*To be with her sweet king once more
Chris Jul 2015
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My flower, my precious one
to know your love
in the drifted rise of dawn and
honeysuckle flower
is to dream euphoric splendour
in the middle twilight glare,
the whispers of moonbeams
on incandescent sky star,
to breathe the breeze effervescent
flowing on the windswept
fields of petals of sunflower
under enchanting blue sky wishes,
to fall without cease in the love
beyond the borders of the north and
faltering horizons
of a desperate distant desire
My flower, my precious one
to know your love
is to know a world does exist
*for us only
Good morning beautiful
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