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My mistakes walk all over shore lines known as me
Touching on my foolish memories
I long to smile and depart into the sun I see
If only these mistakes
Would let me be

My skies sing counsel into my pulse each day
As I walk in silence to be content
Yet out of the dust my mistakes still stray
Calling out to my heart
In admonishment

Long years from the home where I love to be
Appear now in a haze of smoke
Choking out the vibrance contained in me
As I hide my heart beneath
This silken cloak

What joy could be my own I hear in my skies
Such treasures are upon my shelf
If I would only lift up mine own eyes
My shore would lead me home
As I forgive myself
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
I am the only daughter of the heart of understanding
Once again, I have come to be a gleam
In the eyes of those who are too demanding
Beautifully, I scatter my virtues
Into their dreams

Behold the hearts, full of pain and disappointment
Who think their fate is writ in stone
Watch their eyes light up in amazement
When they suddenly find
They are not alone

I am the only son of the burning flames of passion
Once again, I have come to be a gleam
In the eyes of those who have lost appreciation
Beautifully, I scatter my virtues
Into their dreams

Behold the hearts, which have lost their determination
Who no longer dare to follow their dreams
Watch their eyes light up in complete fascination
When they find once again
Their self-esteem
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
I turned the pages where I wrote down your name
Reading every line as the first time
Although each letter did not spell out the same
Your heart was in each word
In every rhyme

I read the depths of my own heart in verses
Reading every line as the first time
Although not a single word was rehearsed
Each letter spelled out your name
In my mind

I turned the pages where I wrote down your name
Reading every one as the first time
I wondered to myself if I still felt the same
If my heart still held each word close
To every rhyme

Then I turned the pages over and I took out my pen
Began writing every line as the first time
My heart began to sing as I read once again
That your heart was in each word
Of every rhyme
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
I am filled with burning flames of the rising sun
Your ocean bed is where I anchor
I radiate my warmth into your waters as one
Seeking a calming balance
And my center

In the evening fog you hold me ever gently
Safely beneath those clouded skies
As my warmth radiates into you freely
I am lulled to peaceful sleep
With you nearby

I would be a burning ship with a wanderer’s mast
Here sailing lost in my own ocean
If not for your bed of anchoring calm and rest
Where I can radiate my warmth
From the rising sun

When it is time for my ship to sail off once again
I will take hold of my anchor
Sail away into the rising sun, chasing winds
But know you this, to you I shall return
To again, find my center
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Let the touch of my irresistible waves dance upon your skin
Imagine you are the North Star in my sky
Take hold of desire, as we feel our future begin
By dawn, life will glimmer alone
In our eyes

Make one sweet wish to rise in the golden light of day
Then you can see your wish come true
For one moment the outside world will drift away
We will find ourselves in the light of dawn
Life shimmering anew

I will let the touch of your irresistible waves dance upon my skin
Imagine I am all the words to your song
Take hold of desire, as we feel our future rolling in
By dawn, life will glimmer in our eyes
Burning strong

I will speak to you of fleeting hours, we will while away
Dancing to the music which is our own
For just one moment the outside world will survey
The sweetest wish as it rises
To be known
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
The softest light of the moon melts into our hearts
Bending them into remembered meaning
Softly calling us back, so we can stand apart
Passing into our spirits’ open doors
The essence of its being

We hold this light, clasped within our hearts embrace
In an everlasting picture we can recall
When the sun begins its journey upon our face
The softest light of the moon
Our soul enthralls

When we walk within our day on a troubling course
The softest light of the moon remains
Quietly calling our spirits back to reinforce
An endless light into our view
We can easily obtain

Should we happen to find that it’s dark overhead
The light of the moon has disappeared
If we will quietly look into our hearts instead
Our souls will find the softest light
Is still right there
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Once I wished to raise my gaze in fascination
At the thought of dreadful fear
Looked into the face of trying declarations
Bent backwards, ever groaning
With eyes, full of tears

One day I took note of all those birds in my skies
Freely flying high without a care
As I swiftly dried those tears from my eyes
My wings spread forth, taking flight
Along with dreadful fear

A new beginning I wished to rise up and see
Here flickering within my heart
I looked to the hand holding courage’s key
Stood up proud and true
Watching fear depart

Until I can see the bottom of the endless deep
I will not give way to failure
An easy life, I may not always bid to keep
But the daring wind on my wings
I will know in splendor
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
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