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 Mar 2013 Jennifer
DieingEmbers
Would that I could dream
I could picture
nothing
quite as  beautiful than you
no flower
with thy bloom
nor scent
it's caress against my hand
would seem so rough
compared
with thine one sweet hand
no bird song
nor babbling brook
could seemingly replace
the gentleness of your laughter
for tis the very essence
of my every
waking thought
like a sensual lullabye
no tree swaying in the breeze
could dare to match thy matchless grace
for your every movement
like the shimmering heat of the summer sun
playing light upon the watchers eyes
if I could but dream I should never dream
such beauty such as you
 Mar 2013 Jennifer
BarelyABard
When time began after the first second fell into nothingness and the world became more than a whisper, two beings met in the darkness and could not remember where they came from.
One green,
and one yellow.

Green preferred the fresh smell of the earth beneath his feet and the flow of water along his hands. Yellow preferred to give light to green, allowing him to work in peace and sending wind to wipe away any pain of toil.

Green and yellow began to grow fond of one another though and wanted more than just mutual work.
As time passed and the work of green and yellow grew beautiful in strength, their love grew more powerful and tender.

But in all their strength, they could not touch one another...
Their hands grew close but never enough to grasp one another. The light grew dim and green began to fade to brown...


...but...

When the will is strong and love gives birth in weary veins, miraculous things can happen.

In a moment of strength and the need to hold one another, green and yellow exploded in an attempt to reach each other...
and in that instant, blue was created across an endless path between them.

They both smiled and held each other softly, whispering things that mortal ears will never hear... but with the right ears you can hear their messages in the wind and the water..



So it will be until the last second stops.
When darkness is falling you can look to the west and see green meet yellow and embrace into the vast eternity.

The End.


-Joshua
 Mar 2013 Jennifer
DieingEmbers
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If
you
were a
candle...
then  your
sweet lips
would be
the flame
that burned me.
Attempted to shape it failed miserably lol
 Mar 2013 Jennifer
DieingEmbers
It took every ounce of self control
not
to kiss you...

not to take you in my arms

inhaling deep
the very scent of floral meadows
from your hair

not to hold your hands
with fingers trembling

nor to speak the words openly...

that I have
so often penned
in secret pained poetic silence

but for one moment of weakness
I could have made known
my heart...

my feelings

but no

nor would I
risk all we are ... all we have

for one moment
of
madness.
Just a tired rambling mind trying to make sense of love maybe I need sleep lol
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