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Let the clouds up in heaven watch the wings of time
While our hearts pull down our shades
Listen as they claim them as their very own
Forgotten like flowers in the wind
Our petals will not fade

Time will stand still and there will be no change
Our hearts will stand in youth
Walking softly within a tender strength
Bright lanterns that will silence
Time’s wings of truth

Our eyes will sweetly smile at silver threads of life
Knowing they will never ever age
Rewriting our own history on either side
Without those heavy wings of time
Brushing on the page

The wings of time demand; tirelessly they seek
A taste of life upon their tongue
Let the clouds up in heaven watch them fly
Our hearts pulled down the shades
Once again, we are young
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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I watch my love petals

from my love flower

drop, drop, drop to the floor.

I try to catch them,

But they fade and fall through my hand



I know that if I catch them,

Then I die,

But you'd live.

That's all I need right now.

You'd take my place





Last thing I know I'm holding the last

Love Flower Petal

And everything fades,

Everything goes black..







And I see flaming red flames ahead..

I took the wrong road,

By loving you.



I go straight through the flames of hell,

And see light,

With the Sun's face

Wearing your eyes.

Love Flower Petal

Falls through my hand...

Love Flower is gone..

You are gone..

I am here...

Waiting for the day you finally see

I risked my life

For you



They drop, drop, drop to the floor,

Through my hand,

In your splattered pool of screeching red blood.
Your beauty blinds me
It takes me
Can break me
I can't see
When greeted with your radiance
Lost in your innocence
May I have this dance?
Attached to your glow
Which blazes hotter than the sun
And I come undone
And then I know
You know who you are
I'm falling
For a white hot star
for Jessyca

(c) Steven Forrester
On a clear day
The sun shines true
i feel its touch
warmth breaking through
but there is so much
I still cannot see
places I will never go
something I'm scared to be
On a clear dayI can see
almost to forever
but I can't find my way to you
I stopped for a moment and looked into your eyes
My heart stopped, completely
As I realized
You love me, you love me
You do

All of this time, I have been searching, searching
But where?
I stopped for a moment and looked in your eyes
All that I needed
Was there

My heart  was stopped completely, by only one glance
My search, had ended right there
When I saw the love  in the light of your stare
My search, found its last dance

I  only stopped for a moment, to look in your eyes
When my heart stopped, completely
As I realized
You love me,  you love me
You do
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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So many things cry out to my heart as I look into the sky
I see ten thousand tears falling unsatisfied
From a heaven that has left the pain of every day
To still be felt when breathing in a new dawn’s
Wondrous rays of light

Shadows clearly lie awake murmuring undiscovered truths
Sending looks and smiles in all of their demands
While they watch the curtains close on so many lives
Who never took a chance to look outside
What they did not understand

Bricks are placed one by one around the love we hold inside
Until forever becomes a word that drifts away
Into all the tears that fall unsatisfied among shadows
That lie awake crying out to my heart
No more straw and clay
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
The older I become;
I find darkness surrounds
to cool my soul. That sensation
of the warming heat...
It is bright, yes it is...
bright , yellow, lovely, sun...
Yet, it scorches darkness deep
to the piercing of my core.
When one attracts the other.
There is but disbelief.
The circus tricks of an atmosphere.
And all I have is shaky faith.
The power to walk neck up.
The will to run through the storm.
There,  it leaves a misty void.
As I move closer and hold my stand.
It is bright, yes it is..
bright, yellow, lovely, sun...
but I am cool from the moon sensation
I can withstand the burn.
By Jessica Hughes
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