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Dee Sep 2014
As I drift along on the wings of a mist
I see you below awaiting the love you miss
Though rich I am not, that’s why
Diamonds for you I can’t buy.

Thus, I offer a rose just for you
Pink, yellow and red, of all hues
Any colour that you may deem fit
Shred it into petals or preserve it.

It’s your choice
I can only voice
That this is my heart I offer
Neither a treasure chest nor a coffer.

But then do remember
Henceforth each step that you take
Walking towards your goal
You walk over my petals, nay - my soul.

I only hope it is not consigned to be buried in your book
To dry, wither away and years later when you do look
You reflect upon this moment with a deep sigh
Unknown to you a little teardrop escapes your eye.

Wonder about my whereabouts and fate…
By then, to remember me it may be too late…
‘Cause on the wings of this drifting mist
By then I would have been blown far away*.
**Ohhh my Knight, I accept your rose
diamonds I don't care, your love
is all I need....with your petals
circling our passion, in the wings of
your mist as I taste your breath ...

Ohhh my darling, you are a part of me
with each and every word, as you hold my
heart with every tear drop that falls
I will never forget your romantic heart ...

A cloudless vision comes into our reality
with loving eyes that adore me as you run
your hands through my hair, a sweet caress
moves me to lay by your side ...

Your so real everything my imagination
can hold, as I hold you near me, without
any doubt I will see you one more time,
and when I do, love will come again ....**
Debbie
Love, sorrow, thoughts
Dee Sep 2014
Lips touched
passion sought
standing still listening
to our hearts, wanting so much
the others lives, so we will ever fall
drinking our fill of our dearest hearts
and then we must part, the pain we feel.....

That moment our lips wrote poetry
on the canvas of our hearts
from our eyes to kisses,
are a must, wanting
our passion
to the
fullest...
____

*The work of art that we created
Was not an outline,
On the roof of the heart’s cathedral
It was a breathtaking fresco
Painted centuries ago
By Michelangelo.

If ever you feel sad and lonely
Just reach up and let
Your fingers roam free,
You’ll trace the contours
Of your and my mind
Kept alive by that
Pulsating heart…
#love   #life   #romance Collaboration by Debbie Brooks and Dee
Dee Sep 2014
Dawn
Shimmering golden droplets of morning dew
Infant day’s perambulations, sun’s journey anew
Another dawn, harbinger of life, a chick’s faltering flight
The soft gossamer gilded freshness, a mother’s pride.

Morning
Long shadows drawn, screening day’s events to come
Unintelligible gurgles, chuckles, fount of life to some
A teasing bucolic smile, a toothless grin
Paragon of perfection, hubris within.

Noon
At the feet, the shadow shrivelled and scarred
Deserted by me, from vision debarred
Frozen for now in time, a short respite
Ticking moments, sun’s traverse ever so bright.

Evening
Evanescence, the shadows have lengthened again
I’ve crossed the gullies, deserts and mountains
Left life’s rapids far behind
Gathering dusk, I feel released from the grind.

Nightfall
The onset of darkness is imminent
A grim reminder – nothing is permanent.
The shadow – my alter ego, the mystery shroud
Who stood by my side for eons, even in a crowd.

Has come to bid farewell, au revoir, adieu
A reminder – its time for us both to go
To disembark, to leave all baggage behind
Life’s purpose achieved, with grace exit
Perhaps to commence another journey anew
Discover somewhere else to coexist.

An Afterlife
The nothingness still remains unchanged, all engulfing.
A hollow emptiness, yet the sun’s journey so fulfilling
Passage of time, A lifetime gone by
Dee Sep 2014
Dark moonless night
Ripples of gentle breeze
Star dust shimmers
Banishing darkness
Torch-bearers leading on…
Charge of thousands sentinels,
Flickering fireflies
Carried on gossamer wings…
Dense foliage sighs,
With festive joy
The lone cricket sings
Brevity on fireflies
Dee Sep 2014
By Dee
And Debbie Brooks

Born from revelry thus fair and smooth
My eyes rested on him
A ‘true gentleman’ writ large on his face
My gaze longingly upon his spirit
With the nicest smile,
and a laughter of distinction and grace

I ponder…my dreams of him night and day
My muse in love with him, every which way
With welling tide of emotions without end
While white frothy waves cover my mind
As I walk through the garden of his life…
Under each leaf, looking for him, hoping to find


If only I could turn back the hands of time
The day I was seizing the world
A wonderland that so dear I hold
Close and cherished by my heart
I would give up my now
For that precious second start…


That enigmatic moment that I laid
My eyes upon you
I knew my darkness may someday shine
The revelry had perchance thrown up
A pearl wrapped up in immortalized time

Etched and elusive seconds
Turned to minutes, hours and years…
Today…

Your dreams are a symphony’s crescendo
I, the elusive maestro, you the virtuoso
The era that you worship, is a bygone eternity
Tidal oceans, the lost sea of tranquillity
The spirit you seek, is missed love’s divinity

If you could turn back the time, would
your eyes be at peace, the muse still love him
The thoughts you often porpoises through
The gardens are your loved wonderland
Would your heart stretch out
to hold today’s wrinkled hand?
Love, Romance, Thoughts, Collaboration
Dee Sep 2014
Grazing lush grass
Mulling, chewing
Output dung…
I too perceive, absorb
Ruminate
Output uncertain
Am I
Bovine…?
Musings, Humour
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