If I could but paint
in the Beauty of a painters hand,
I’d paint over all my fears
in Colors so grand.

If I could but make
that Looming Shadow disappear,
cast It away
I’d have no more Sad tears.

If I could but show you
this soul of Love,
you would surely be enchanted
by the beauty of Truelove.

If you could but feel
the depth of the Love in my heart,
you would be able to maneuver
through every star chart.

If you could but see
the pain that Shadow brings
you wouldn’t Open the door to it
you wouldn’t Hear it’s ring.

If I could but give
with truly no Fear,
every Song of my heart
would be Heard, ever so clear.

So I’ll continue to paint words
in the Stillness of serenity,
until every color of my Soul
is Seen throughout eternity.
~

Tears fell
all night long
she hasn’t slept a wink
the moon
he tried to call to her
but her mind can’t be reached.
She walked
in the cold night air
hoping for relief
the hurt
is so deep inside
like a form of grief.
Tears
froze on her cheeks
but never felt the sting
for the cold made her numb
as she listened to the wind sing.
She said a silent prayer
to the stars up above,
she prayed for her heart
to understand
and to always
be open with love.

Love, like poetry never really dies
words can become blurred,
verses left undone, just as a heart
can break, because of its own love.
~

she said to him…
i love you
    in the quiet of the morning.
i love you
    in the heat of the day.
i love you
    when rain comes without
                                    warning.
i love you
    in every other way…

lay your head down
            on the
                soft of my soul
let wander your mind
                 of beauty and love.
close your eyes my love
     as i whisper breathy kisses
                 into your ear
as the moon shines his
                      caressing light
and the pretty angels
        send butterfly kisses
                 from above.
~

I melt
when your desire speaks
as you wrap yourself around me
like the night…

I lose myself
as I swim in the pool of your eyes
moving my finger’s oh so light…

Passion devours me
when you say my name
as it rolls off your tongue so very fine…

Ecstasy falls on me
like the sparkles of fallen stardust
covering me until I glisten and shine…

Delight fills me*
as I become mesmerized by sweet sensations
as eyes are blazing bright…

I melt
when your desire speaks
as you wrap yourself around me
like the night…..

I melt*
In the presence of your love…
~

Gorgeous is the woman
with storms in her eyes,
a bruised soul
and many scars
but still dares to open up,
to trust with her heart
and fall in love
that is a woman
who bleeds stardust
and cries
tears of pure love….

Wouldn't it be crazy wonderful
To see in person some of
The most noted Wordsworth's
And personalities that
Hello Poetry has to offer?
August 15th would be good
Here in Clayhatchee Bamalama
In the south with nothing else to offer but the woods and cornstalks the peanut dust air.
It would be a festival. A face to face to finally meet the poets I admire and describe in my head by their words and their profile.
I'm about to start a gofundme page to make the wildest dreams come true. Imagine Eliot greeting you in person.
Its gonna be tie-dye only and sandals dress. (Weeds illegal here and the price high as hell, so bring your own)
Load up the vw van with all your poet friends.
Entrance fees waved to those
Bringing their own soap and toiletries. Oh, and beer....or ***....whisky....tequila.... Etc.