Neva Flores Varga Smith

Neva Flores Varga Smith Mar 2011

Listen To the Heart That Holds Your Hand

Underneath together lie two lives that seek what is inside
Even when everything seems perfect as it is
Dreaming of flying in wild hopes may never be spoken
Two minds full of dreams watch the same moon
Flowing in different winds

Often we ask to see no more than what lies on the surface
Perhaps fearing that the song we would hear
Would no longer be the beautiful music that played
Warming our tender hearts in wintry times
All throughout our years

We sit on the sidewalk of life and look at all of the cracks
Completely absorbed in our personal affairs
Two lives together where everything seems perfect
Holding each others hands blindly yet so often
We have no idea what is there

As swift as lightning what we see can quickly disappear
What is there can meet you around the bend
You may find that what lies underneath your together
Can be learned by listening to the heart
That holds your hand

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Neva Flores Varga Smith Mar 2011

Flawless Stream of Whispers

Your flawless streams of whispers are now shedding tears
Where will they look now when all is loosened
Quite forgotten are the memories that have scarred
This heart can no longer feel them
They are translucent

The dripping sound of pain is no longer heard here in the now
Only lovely music breaks from the soul within
Where will your whispers watch their flawless flow
When the tongue that leads their voice
Is never heard again

I hope that as you leave you will feel the pain you stream
It will haunt every corner your life meets
Then perhaps one day neither of us will remember
Your flawless streams of whispers
Or their deceit

Your flawless streams of whispers are now shedding tears
That can be washed away in the tide of change
Quite forgotten will be the memories and all the scars
As our hearts will no longer feel them
Nor will we be estranged

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Neva Flores Varga Smith Mar 2011

Golden Bowl of Truth

Our hands taste the water as the world demands a song
Within a whispered feeling runs something deeper
Our eyes have seen a vision of tomorrow
Written on the face of our setting sun
In perfect time

Where is the golden bowl of beauty from stories of old
Did it gaze into the mirror of life and change
When our hands tasted the water
Did we forget our song
Because we aged

We walk hand in hand attempting to get ever closer
To the water, that whispers sweet melodies
Yet if we found the golden bowl to fill
Would we even comprehend
The price we’d pay

Our hands tasted the water and we sang to the world
Gazing at our beauty in the mirror of sweet youth
The golden bowl is not empty nor is it lost
We hold it inside filled to the brim
With life’s truth

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Neva Flores Varga Smith Mar 2011

Dark and Bright

My forever is tossed in dark and bright
Waiting for you and immortality
But who would breathe in heaven
Then plunge into the deep
Should I look beyond
Or empty all my secret pain
Into all I sought to keep

The frozen earth once caught me smiling
At times when I liked it there
In any situation when I should be
Hurt and trembling
If I am cold, I paint on a smile
Put my life into the sun
Start reassembling

Sometimes I sit and stare at thoughtlessness
Then watch my day rewinding
Wonder why my forever is dark and bright
Words of comfort I refuse
I just watch them twirl and float
Surely letting nothing stain
All that is confused

I am now absorbing all the dark and bright
The wind blows into my forever
A raging wildfire breathes in heaven
Will I plunge into the deep
Or will I look beyond
To empty all my secret pain
I can no longer keep

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Neva Flores Varga Smith Mar 2011

I Trace Its Spin

In between the realms where my eyes shine like the rarest stones
I call and you come promptly from places far away
Yet never could I seize the full embrace of your secret sorrow
When it arrived in new disguises from all ages passing
On those crowded streets of yesterday

Like always, you wear a robe of desire that softly whispers to me
Of a comfort that will never turn away in discontent
Seen in the soft muted colors of a promise keeping rainbow
Is now what I believe to be all I need to embrace
When seizing what is and is not meant

A soft fire dances in the pleasure of a circling gleam of pursuit
I trace its spin barely visible with my fingertips
All that I may learn still lies here to be discovered
When I knock upon the doors of heaven
With gentle kisses from my lips

In between the realms where my eyes shine like the rarest stones
I am caught in the full embrace of your secret sorrow
I called you and you came to me within what is meant to be
When my heart knocked upon the doors of heaven
I walked in and your heart followed

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Neva Flores Varga Smith Mar 2011

Apart From You and I

All of you, will I ever find it? Is my life the only thing concrete
I just want to free you, break down all your barriers
When the moon hangs high above temptation’s broken hope
Experience does not make me love you any less
As hours, pass into nothingness

I have never been one to bring an offering of a better life
Yet when appointed I know that I must lead
If we combine our love apart from the you and I
We could smile as anyone else awakened
Let all our pride be ******

A person is like a sweet flower growing from the sidewalk
Carrying risk as it valiantly waves and stands
If you bid farewell because you are sad and angry
You will surely lose the greatest token
In this concrete flowerbed

All of you, will I ever find it? Within this happiness called my life
I am barely alive apart from the love of you and me
A sameness slides over everything we are and wish to be
Tracing patterns around your flowers growing
Here in my concrete free

Neva Flores Varga Smith Mar 2011

Where My Soul Bleeds

I am looking at black ink waking up the words that cut through me
While praying, they form a message that sends relief
I want to scream out that this is my world I love so deeply
And that every page is the ground
Where my soul bleeds

Tell me is it less fair to extend a soul so drained that it no longer sings
Yet still rises shyly to offer a quiet refrain you will never forget
Do the tears that are folded into a new day
Become ignorant so much so that they
Drown your spirit

If I wrote you a love letter, would you search the world for our destiny
Perhaps finding words full of vibrant colors that spin on the truth
Or would you get discouraged with my right hand
For delaying the proud breezes you wish
To feel here in wonder

I am looking at black ink racing through my veins
Let me take the time to create a story that will comfort every page
Of this world I love so deeply because rare is the heartbeat
That overcomes that which is taught by time to walk
On the definition of a kiss

My thoughts crumble into sweet passion waking black ink
Until my heart is bathed in a constant notice from time and space
Although my words are never spoken
Bits and pieces of them enjoyed the last time the ink whispered
Onto pages where my soul bleeds

*I dedicate this poem to my memories of Hello Poetry

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
http://www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com