Dagoth I Am: Favorites

Oh how I miss you most in the morning
When the sun speaks in volumes of light
When my world is hushed
And the earth is high

Yes, I miss you most in the morning
When the day begins anew
When fresh eyes see truth
And dreams still linger

My, how I miss you most in the morning
Facing the day wrapped in the warmth
Of my dreams
Eyes open to empty arms and a full heart
Oh, how I miss you most in the morning

2915

#love #life #dreams #distance #soulmate

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

Troubadour, Minstrel, Crooner, and Bard (Valentine's Challenge 2)

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

PrttyBrd

Troubadour, Minstrel, Crooner, and Bard (Valentine's Challenge 2)

He sings
And she loves him more deeply
He croons
And lulls her in peace
A bard
Who sings for his Goddess
His voice
Keeps her heart skipping beats

He speaks
In hushed tones of a lover
He watches
With love in his heart
He sees
The joy that he brings Her
He knows
That they'll never part

He can't
Understand how he moves her
He'll sing
'Til she tells him to cease
His voice
Like a choir of angels
She swoons
Inhibitions release

He sings
And she loves him more deeply
He watches
With love in his heart
A bard
Who sings for his Goddess
He knows
That they'll never part

2915

#vdayaspects

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

When the Moon Meets the Sea

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

PrttyBrd

When the Moon Meets the Sea

The sea is all flow with no ebb
As the moon hangs full in the sky
He pulls her to him on a breeze
Salty, heavenly, mesmerizing
She comes as he softly beckons
The magnet draws her in close
She inches toward his cool gaze
With the warm water he yearns to drink
For he is parched
And she is giving
Flowing in gentle waves
He calls and she slinks to him in shadows
Locked in the gaze of desire
A gaze broken only by the pleasure
of the deluge of their union
And in that union there is tranquility
His peace releases her
She ebbs, quietly lapping the shore
She turns to see him smile upon her
As she sparkles in the warmth of his glow

21015

#love #life #passion #god #moon #sea #union #goddess #release #tranquility

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

Smitten

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

PrttyBrd

Smitten

Paramour
Friend
Giver of all things happy

❤❤❤

**I love you

2915
10w

#love #10w

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

A Hint of Who You Are

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

PrttyBrd

A Hint of Who You Are

Tracing the shadows behind your smile
Smelling the pain that bore your demons
Seeing the heart that masks your soul
Watching your gaze mesmerize
Observing the depth of honest emotion
Beneath the face that lights the world
Still, it is your kiss that offers your greatest truth

2815
It's never just a kiss...

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

Averment in Certitude

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

PrttyBrd

Averment in Certitude

You are...
Everything
I ever wanted in a lover
The best friend I've ever had
The dream I've dreamt since childhood
The fantasy of perfection
Always and forever
Forever and always
Timeless
Ageless
Eternal
...and mine

2715
To the Him who loves Her

#love #dream #life #eternal #lover #fated

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

I Solemnly Swear

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

PrttyBrd

I Solemnly Swear

I love even those parts of you, you yourself despise

I love your darkest corners

I love the shadows that keep you company

I love all the cracks in your soul

I love the pain that strengthens your resolve

I love the shell that secures your tender heart

I love the clouds that make your Sun shine brighter

I love your spirit that erases shades of pain in your surroundings

I love how you give me your peace and joy without noticing that you haven't held onto any for yourself... and you don't mind

**I love how you love me

2115
With all my love

#love #hate #pain #soul #joy #whole #soulmate #cracks

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

Who is this poet?

Feb 2015 Dagoth I Am

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Who is this poet?

Who is this poet?

Is he faithful to his poetry
as good as pretends to be
or his heart is ever on the darkside
nowhere near of what he writes.

Who is this poet?

Is his hat real or fake
he’s weak and easily breaks
he aims only to teach
never follows all that he preach.

Who is this poet?

Is he really that sweet
joyous and good as his wit
does he expose truly his heart
or the real he hides behind his art.

Who is this poet?

Does he have in him
all his painted dream
the lover’s happiness
he does profess.

Who is this poet?

Is at heart he's that pure
what with words he conjures
or all them are just his arty wile
he's merely spinning tales in style.

the lens turned to self.