In dark amber twilight recesses
     folded over and safely tuck'd
memories mull like sweet dandelion's tangy wine
          of burgundy'd evenings bliss
    spice of nectar'd afternoons
            morning's satiated stares
I beckon these recollections
    on tempestuous rainy days raging such as this,
        reminiscing when we danc'd 'tween raindrops

Knee deep in words and nothing to wear
my mind's closeted vault is overrun,
I donn'd a few petty metaphors but they had tears
a simile wrapped around my neck made me choke
wing tip'd  stiletto nouns on my painted toes
and proper paisley poesy adjectives in my hair,
still not ready to go out on the cafe
if I only knew where I left that ****'d silken sonnet
     sigh  oh brother, another night in naked poetry...

untimely teeming downpours,
     my tears slid down your cheeks
as your heart bled unto my soul
    without concessions revelation's pulse,
alas, beating eyes speak in disclosure
    proclamations etch'd in blood
envelop'd the yielding surface skin
    strapped to a behindhand'd watch
that read a confession of surrender
   at quarter past indignity and
half past sinful indulgences
   rollback was warranted
but time had earlier run out
   faith expired on the second hand
dance end'd when the music laps'd
     love died an untimely death

*...whilst the band play'd burning violins

My soul
has purged
a thousand lives

I have traveled,
many destinations

I found my peace
and contentment
within my heart
floating through air

no matter
how wide my longing
it drifts ardently

amidst this reverie's mystery,
holds tight onto a cloud

coming full circle
it always takes me back
to this sacred place
dancing on the midnight skies

Deep in the soul,
  where butterflies harbor grief
straight from the heart hence poppies cry
   lies the spirit of all those loved.    lost
broken wings of decayed flowers
   ashes to dust within the mind's spirit

Tears flow through the abysmal depths
    drowning amidst sorrow of yesterdays
where the grass remained splendor
   and the uncaged birds still sang
reminiscing  clear waters of recollection
    in the equinox of dark moons
stirs the discontent of seasons change
     after the ice of winter thaws
         there will always be warmth

In this whirling disarray of thoughts
   wind sweeps the dying leaves away
when autumn's tears are lifted
    from their murky depths, reborn    
to play amongst the new day's sigh
   we never forget the fluttering of loss
we grant their wings to vibrancy yet again
   deep from within a sacred place,
          where reverie's paradise rekindles
              and butterflies never die...

Do you hear the snow,
did you feel the leaves twirling
sitting with a cuppa hot sensory perception
    stirred by the wonderment of awe
sugar coatings in smoky essence of phantasm
   spirit visions looming on the horizon
waiting to be plucked and invoked
   playful muse dances within diffus'd vapors
catching the light of morning air
    breathe in the crispness of anticipation
length & breadth of manifestations,
     natures' spun revelations
   spoken through inky passages
   breaking of bread to be shared,
    partake each slice and evoke humanity

fell for you like amber raindrops
     burnished by the sun's satiation,
golden in my heart you will remain
     our love story as sinister storm clouds,
turning sapphire skies to bleak trickles
     sank in drowning pools of our own undoing
  baubles of lust dissipated on the horizon
        yet, I still swim in you on dismal days...