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Through rain that sounds on hills of tiny moments
Somewhere beneath a faithful plea
We act out in the deepest shades of gray
As intellects passing in cascades
Of sailing ecstasy

Poets reflecting secret words which breathe in joy
Hiding our thoughts in perfect prose
Until the heavens embrace our smiling sun
And we speak in tongues
That we chose

With full cups of dreams from our imaginations
Step by step we advance on shores
Until all your thoughts rhyme in emotions
And all those tiny moments
Become yours
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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If I told you I am afraid of dust
that catches in places
where I am tired
Would you still find me so amazing
and fun?
If I said what I think
to those who have ears
to hear
When I looked into your eyes
Would I still
be the one?

If the song I sing tonight
is not a soothing lullaby
in an upside moon
Will you still love me
and the melody I create?
Because no matter how my song plays;
we can move on
To all those bright clouds
We anticipate

If I struggled to find words
that washed over your skin
like silk
That lingered dreamily in the light
of your morning
Would you still hear the same sweet voice
when I am tired
And afraid of dust
that catches in places
On words
I am forming
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Changefulstorm Poetry - http://www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
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A new tear parted last night from an ocean of eternity
Where it had once laid shivering and sweet
Beginning to comprehend those words of comfort
From a spirit that has awakened within
Every eye you meet

Looking up for peace of mind outside of black and white
Thoughts hold a subtle sweetness all around
This new tear stares into the breath of expectation
Seeing glory in beautiful shades of gray  
Now wonderfully profound

An old tear reveals lips that speak to us of retribution
Losing sight of what is right and wrong
Telling stories that have no place at all to go
Except dark hills carried in our souls
For way too long

A new tear parted last night from an ocean of eternity
Defining hope in feelings now recognized
In all those words of comfort proceeding forth
From the spirit awakening within
These smiling eyes
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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You snowed on the final words when they caught up with dawn
Then blamed the wind when no one held you
Your carefully arranged universe is now chilled in ways
That spins on a merry-go-round of frozen tears of nothingness
Haunted by the lightest touch of truth

To see pictures stopped in time you leave forever in the cold
Knowing danger tends to write with curtains closed
Yet you still choose your fate snowing on the final words
While your heart lies trembling on the ground
Preferring the warmest touch it knows

Are you all-knowing when the light of day has faded into black
Do you listen to every word you have frozen
Every now and then do you just sit and wonder why
You have to go and snow on the final words
Before dawn has them chosen
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
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Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle burning
Fear and suspicion caress the flame
Invisible hands of time lay at rest and waiting
Softly murmuring in words of ink
Across the page

The sound of scars echo in the whisper of darkness
Breathing in the essence of the flame
While time rolls words in the crystal ink of pain
Upon the pages of the heart
That still remains

Experience fades to colors that whisper in the darkness
Softly playing with edges of the flame
As time slowly spreads the ink across the pages
Of an existence eagerly awaiting
To live again

Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle waiting
Within a heart held prisoner by a mind
Caressed by the scars of fear and suspicion
So deeply engraved by invisible
Hands of time
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
A never-ending stairway rises into waking clouds
Where questions spin intoxicatingly
No one sees the hidden mind
Climbing helplessly
Forever seeking answers
It cannot see

There are swirling voices whispering “Why”?
Floating spirits of constant “How”?
Guiding this quest internally
Yet no one sees the hidden mind
Climbing that stairway
Helplessly

Are there windows at the top of the stairs
Where a mind can find freedom
Perhaps look out and all answers see
To stop all these questions
From spinning around
Intoxicatingly
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
When locked within secret burning thoughts weighing heavy on your day
Often we find it hard to see a calming river in a mist of pain
Recklessly tasting coarse twists of self-pity
While dancing to bittersweet music with shadows
In our own heart’s rain

Thinking with your eyes closed of lines in sand you dare not cross
While wishing those leaves you gathered would disappear
Have you drawn like a moth to fear’s eternal flame
Because you will not open up your eyes so you can see
A calming river running near

Silently, those secret thoughts are shadow dancing on your faith
While laughing to themselves as your heart cries
Curve those lips of yours and create the biggest smile
Cross those lines of sand and swim endlessly
In the calming river, held inside
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
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