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Now, forever with
the one true for me
Time's slow gift
took so long to see:
Our hearts wouldn't shift
no matter how free
or how wide the rift
or how deep the sea.

050115~1.36p
I finally found her after so many years apart
nothing had changed but the strength of our heart.
It was, after all, the one we shared.

Response to poem:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1175008/reaching-out-after-years/
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
 Jan 2015 Lynn Greyling
I B Liviu
Golden strokes and purple haze,
Rusted spots dropped here and there,
Patterns in a silky maze,
Buried treasures everywhere,

Strange, as they begin to turn,
To a golden purple hue,
The strokes begin to dance and swirl,
Led by winds into the blue,

As the pair spins around,
Trails of gold it leaves behind,
Covering, not just the ground,
But whatever springs to mind.

A thousand tweets are flapping wings,
Aimless float above the pools,
Reduced to silence stand the kings,
A theater, with empty stools.

Let the frozen liquid diamonds,
Wrap in sleep the worldly stage,
Covering the sea and islands,
Everything's one big white page.
 Jan 2015 Lynn Greyling
I B Liviu
Flowing over rocks and moss,
Never-ending melted diamonds,
Shimmering as liquid gloss,
Shaping smooth and velvet canyons,

Breathing in and breathing out,
Waves and ripples bend the light,
Eyes of molten crystals scout,
For the love that holds them tight,

Velvet dreams of rippled sight,
Soothe the living rocky depths,
In this stream of molten light,
Peaceful love is all that sets.
 Jan 2015 Lynn Greyling
I B Liviu
Vivid colors, black and white,
Spinning round with all their might,
Pushing in and pulling out,
All the things we know about,

Round and round in circles go,
Life and death, the things we know,
Good and bad go hand in hand,
As do seas and all the land,

There's not one without the other,
Grab them both and don't you bother,
There's no thing without something,
Listen, watch and dance and sing,

Feel and taste, go on, just be,
Be the wind that bends the tree,
Be the wave that wets the sands,
Be the sun that warms the lands,

From above, within the clouds,
Filled with gems of joyful crowds,
Dive the drops of rainy sands,
They touch the ground like clapping hands.

Silence is what makes sound grow,
Space shapes everything we know,
There's never one without the other,
Experience both and you'll uncover

That is you who makes them be,
The wind and sun, the taste of tea,
The warmth and cold, the voice within,
Be still and quiet, and it will begin,

Acrobatic leaves and winds,
Swirl the colours, spanning wings,
For the emptiness within,
Creates the dance of leaves that spin.
I remember you standing
in the full and easy living.
wearing, that night, your slightest frock

a conspiracy of breath.
that collected, around your body,
like the murmuration  of tiny birds

a loose smothering
of soft luminous folds
smoldering like a dusky halo

the merest graze of weave.
a delicate trace of distance
that clouded the sound of flesh

the skirt fell like an ocean
or a breeze rippling the rain
onto the reach and flow of your limbs

Like an old unwritten story
from the dark earth and brimming sky
it whispered a forgotten language
in the rustle and sigh of dance
 Jan 2015 Lynn Greyling
bones
On the day
her body burned
she asked the
winds to be
her friends
and they
picked her
up and poured
her through
the fingers of
their hands
like a river
without ending
that won't
be tied or
bound, until
every trace of
dust embraced
the freedom it
had found.
 Jan 2015 Lynn Greyling
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
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