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Chris Jul 2015
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I stood on a lonely balcony
with my cup of coffee
watching the sun rising,
painting a pink sherbet horizon
reflecting on meandering waves
softly caressing seashell dotted
caramel beaches glimmering,
knowing it has already seen
the beauty I am
*longing to see...you
Good morning beautiful.  I miss you.
Chris Jul 2015
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I walk along
this lonely beach
dodging seashells
washed ashore

The sand is wet
upon my feet
another day
I must endure

I glance around
the darkened dunes
with wind so cold
against my skin

The tide retreats
I wish I could
I long to feel
your kiss again

A rising sun
atop the waves
I’m sure will paint
a wondrous view

But I don’t care
what I may see
I just wish I was
there with you
Good morning Beautiful. I miss you so much.
Chris Jul 2015
~

I float this night
on gentle seas
of star dust truth
and ocean breeze

As rhythmic waves
like lullabies
send whispers soft
neath moonlit skies

Reflections shine
of shimmered view
in swirling shapes
on waters blue

I feel at peace
such beauty seen
as if I’ve stepped
into a dream

Yet my heart sits
a distant shore
for on this night
*I love you more
Good night Beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
~

It is in these silent moments
prior to the sunrise awakening
my part of the world when
the dew is still wet on the lawn,
not a peep or a chirp
or a lingering echo is heard,
morning winds keep their
whispers to themselves
and darkness creates a
final quiet serenity before
the hustle and bustle
of the day begins,
that I enjoy most
For, it is in this solitude
that the only sound I hear
is that of my heart,
*beating solely for you
Good morning Beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
~

I sent you a firefly,
showed him the way,
watched as his light faded slow

Off to the north
his illumined display,
carried my heart in its glow

So you would know,
watching this night,
as he flies in from above

All that I feel,
shines in your light,
*you are the one that I love
Good night Beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
~

“My queen, we feared we’d lost you so”
The healer said in joyous speech
“When here the shaman does bestow
these wishes that we do beseech”

“What have you done, how can this be,
my broken heart can not withstand
You silly fools, why can’t you see,
this was my choice by my own hand”

“Your majesty, we know so true
these actions, orders from the king
He returned home in search of you
not knowing what the news would bring”

A frightened glance, her shoulder pure
“My love,” she rushes to his bed
Now weeping every saddened pour
to find her king now lying dead

“He gave his life so live you would
with every ounce of strength he owned
For from his heart he summoned good
his wish, his queen to stay her throne”

“Oh Knight in armor, promised main,
why did you not protect our king
So I may sit upon my throne
and worry not of anything”

“Be gone, I need you here no more”
She wept, her face a glistened streak
then kissed this man she did adore,
when one lone teardrop fell his cheek

It shimmered bright in colours grand
like prisms floating on the sky
She reached and took his weathered hand
then saw a flutter in his eye

A warmth did flow his fingertips,
his eyes then opened with a gleam
He pulled her close and kissed her lips
“I love you so my precious queen”

Her breath escaped from deepened fears
with heartbeat movements quivering
She cried again, though happy tears
“I love you too my wondrous king”

The kingdom sang and cheered in glee,
a celebration soon had grown
For on this day their King and Queen
once more did sit upon the throne

And they lived happily ever after...

The End?




Meanwhile, the knight of angered soul
Beneath his heated breath did say
Of all these years, a banished toll
*Those two, I swear will surely pay…..
Phew, I'm glad that's over.  :)  

Thank you to everyone who has followed this poetic journey with me. I really do appreciate every one of you all reading and leaving such nice comments for me. This was fun to write.
Chris Jul 2015
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The shaman held the vial near
it trickled slow into the glass
A'shimmering this welcomed tear
as precious moments came to pass

He shook it slow with tempered stroke,
the gem, his staff, once more did glare
Again the incantation spoke,
an emerald glow was everywhere

“Return this beauty to her form
of daisy rush and willow feel
To cleanse the soul of poisoned storm
and sorrows cast as to reveal”

The sun now but an empty trace,
a fainter amber light is found
As nightfall rushes to the place
above horizon’s silent ground

Another drop, his fingertips,
then quickly her mouth he did lean
To place upon the tender lips
of this, the kingdom’s precious queen

He feared this might have come too late
as others in the room agreed
Yet not with words, but quiet wait
their silence floats on hoped for deed

This staff, its light begins to dim,
the healer breathes in heavy sighs
“I fear, I fear, we have lost him,
indeed our king this hour dies”

When then a flickered lash does flow,
another comes as if to thrive
As now her eyes they opened slow,
*once more, their queen has come alive
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