In my ways this pen
has always found a reason
to find itself in between
my hands.

Sometimes I take the time
to ask if this is it,
when truth rushes in
to fill my spirit as ink swirls
upon my skin.

I am not afraid of storms that breathe
into this poetry I write,
because all its winds lead me
to those places,
where I can feel.

Does a constant need
bring excitement
leaving us sailing away on songs
lying at the bottom of our hearts?
Is this the place
we roam?

A place where memories keep hoping
we will let them in
as they surround the years
rising to sing in a key
our voices never meant to sing again.

Do not tell me I break the rules
when I try and turn
the wheel of fate.
You know I will always be the one,
trying to fill the empty air
with song.

But tell me,
how does one close up emptiness
when it’s been there so long
even the world
thinks it’s part of the air
they breathe?

In my ways this pen wakes me,
gives me back my heart.
Delighted,
I find myself wondering
if I should sign my name,
or pour this emptiness I filled,
back into my pen
and part.

I brought you a broken heart
You returned it healed
I showed you senses that were numb
You made me feel

Distrust I showed
Your net you spread and shared
And when I leaped I found you there

I have shown you true
You have shown me real
I love you more than a heart should feel

An amber glow softly visits your face as the new evening washes in
To bathe you in a new light so fair
While distinctive patterns of the lovely day’s end
Are dancing through the highlights in your hair

An onrush of divine sensation lights in your eyes
the day has ended in glee
You smile as you watch the sun leave its place
Over the edge of the glorious sea

A fresh faced moon illuminates the air
a million stars dance in the moon’s glow
A bright new world finds a home
In the depths of your delighted soul

I can hear the whispers in the rain
Against me they conspire
To tear down defenses I have built
As protection from the fire

I’m watching the storm clouds passing by
They laugh at my dismay
As I see the walls come crashing down
The rain was going to save

Now lightening strikes on every side
The rain no longer falls
I hear all the whispers dissipate
Along with all the walls

Completely exposed to the flame
No defenses left in sight
I find my strength without the rain
With no walls I fight

This world of ours keeps spinning round
Faster than we know
Our days pass by before our eyes
Life so quickly goes

All the time we think we have
We have not at all
Just take a look at what you meant to do
Before distraction came to call

It is so easy to get sidetracked
Forget the purpose that you had
But this old world keeps spinning fast
Sometimes we get misled

This world is something we can't control
We can't stop it or slow it down
But we can always redirect ourselves
Our purpose can again be found

Through all the ways I feel
while every other explanation
clouds my mind,
to be with you now
still fades into highlights
as the music of my soul.

Tinted bit by bit by what is lost
is tomorrow,
bathed in bright tracks
everyone can see leaving
as I tried to
for years and years.

Dancing in the air
are thoughts
that do not know your name
with voices
breathing doubt
into my senses.

Now will endless seconds
share the same sky
with the prelude
that resonates
from everything I know?

Does a chance watch a veil
climb the stairway of daydreams
with eyes
that give what is inside
of me away?

While I long to call what runs around me,
only minutes
of which I have no control,
and like a giant oak
I bend against my grain.

After circling through all the ways I feel
and dancing in the air
with these thoughts;
I find everything
has become tinted bit by bit
by what is found today.

So now I watch darkness
escape up the stairway of daydreams
while chance takes its warmth
from the veil as it falls.

Still, while I may long to call what we are,
miles away from love,
I find myself following
all the ways
I feel about you.

Three of you come to me
You speak in different tongues
You are the same
You are one

When each of you seeks
To find for the one
I feel you there
Before you've begun

One by one
You show me your gray
I only see in black and white
No change will you bring
To this heart of mine
I am a Child of The Light

You have come as three
Now leave as one
Leave nothing here behind
As what all of you seek
To change in this place
The one will never find

Walking down a hall of splendor,
simplicity smiles from the edges fragilely.
My eyes are enchanted by empty hearts,
gliding to transform their fates,
aflame in all their need.

Closing in are hands from years
falling through the comforts, I know nothing of.
Quickly clouding my field of vision,
I see what I cannot dream of ever promising
in any sound of love.

Fires burn and invitingly wake me
to stand visible to all aching hearts.
Yet I cannot see what they seek to win.
Until, I find I am burning in these halls of splendor
crying with no beginning and no end.

I set out to write all that I am
and found in time I had penned a tale
that left footprints on the souls
of those who had looked into the flickering fire
of my heart, thinking they knew me well.

Is not comfort expressed
in what we look for everyday?
When our fingers move through fire
to untie the bonds from our wings
so we can become the form
of everything.  

When old thoughts are found on pages
containing imaginary stairs
do we find that our eyes lie to us
about worlds we will find there?
Or do we just like those new beginnings
where all is well and fair?

Each day I tell you that I am not the one
who in time will disappear.
Yes, inside I move eagerly towards trust
and forwards I dive full into the sky.
But here with you,
I find to be most dear.

Night and day we climb hills to see the sun
and all its possibilities.
Yet we never blink an eye or stare
at the dreams visible to us all.
Perhaps, we are afraid to open the door
to our own imagination’s call.

I searched for release
looking at arms saying move
within the magic of me.
Morning brought flames of reason
down to earth
to walk a long road of trust
filling empty spaces
I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm
and my lips knew the pleasure
it bestowed.
Holding in the sound
was much more than I could bear
and nothing would keep me
waiting
to feel its flow.

I found a companion
who lit a fire under heartbreak
until it drifted
into a twilight unknown.
Awakening the child inside me
to breathe in a new brightness
of peace,
heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating
to give enough to fill the empty spaces
with trust.
Certainly, as love has a rhythm
my lips are bound
to the flow,
move within your arms,
I must.

Red against a thread of gold
subdues transparency
consciousness leans into the hollows
Where is the burden you sigh to see
In those efforts
you cannot
Follow

A humble eminence hears quiet air that mingles
Watches a sea that glides within
Feels his soul surely tingle
When all those waves
Come crashing in

If you please to leave the shores of a world gone by
Imagine strains of abandon in your air  
You can see the burden of a sigh
When your consciousness
Follows you there

A butterfly of rare design
flutters within these walls
a spectrum of colors unknown
Manifested in a spirit
never seen before
Flying freely
on its own

Each time you look
upon this rarity you will see
New colors
changing like the wind
This butterfly you see,
changes at a need
Known only by the spirit
held within

Watch the wings as they fly,
shifting side to side
A butterfly
that doesn’t quite fit in
This rarity of design
you will not recognize
Blink once,
look back,
it's changed again

When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land
A breeze will play in your thoughts
For a hundred years
All the flower’s hearts will ache to stand
And watch the leaves
Dry my tears

Apart from the cobwebs spun in my name forevermore
You may perhaps believe I roamed
In and out of sorrow
Yet if I could make you see heretofore
You would know I only cried
The tears I borrowed

When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land
I will spin cobwebs in your name
For a hundred years
Your heart will always ache to stand
So you can find the leaves
To dry your tears

I reside in the shelter of your arms
Resting in your shadow
None other will I ever seek
Nor will I ever follow

All my trust is placed in you
You alone are my shield
My protection from the darkness
With faith in you I’m filled

With your strength inside me
I walk alone without fear
With faith that you will guide me
And be forever near

I do not fear the darkness
Nor trouble that comes my way
As  I am covered by your wings
Safely tucked away

It started with a fire
built with young leaves
and the ink from my pen.
Whether it is your fault or my own,
our lives are intertwined
in the flame.
Still, the breath of our moon
carries a message
to us both;
never offer up the slightest wave
of shame.

Calling from the ground is the rain
that found the wind
that blew paper from my hands.
A wind that practiced
the religion of picking up pieces
of broken hearts
and throwing them back down,
only to kiss their cries
with a stampede
of what they cannot understand.

A well thought out plan started out
with a fire built
with young leaves
and the ink from my pen.
It is not your fault,
nor is it mine.
If we can we ever stop listening
to the winds
that kiss the cries of our broken hearts,
from the flame, we would come
unentwined.

I walk among the dead each day
I see it in their eyes
Although they breathe the breath of life
Inside they've all but died

They've given up on living life
And chasing their own dreams
Going through the motions
Emotionless it seems

Their eyes are dull they've dimmed their light
Let their passion slip away
No matter what you say to them
They just turn away

Their hearts can't beat, I think they've stopped
They must be broke in two
No longer caring about themselves
Much less about me or you

Can you picture what is inside the glass
What radiates from there
Looking back at you like a pearlescent jewel
Fit for a comb in the queen’s noble hair

Did you know the beauty, which you carry inside
Should never be hidden from sight
But shown to an aching world for all to see
Do not hide your wonderful light

Shine your radiance for every needful heart to see
Such a warmth and joy you will inspire
Uplifting hearts hurting in need
Your light is that which they require

Now hold your head up and smile in the glass
Go out in the world and seek those souls
Smile at each one you see
Share the light, which you hold

In all of the directions of what you want to tell me
Comes anything that looks better in motion
Although I am torn by the reasons
I try hard to project
Fact is, there are moments I yield to emotion

I can relax out of earshot of any kind of danger
That does not scatter or burn anyone else
Yet I am not meaning to remember
Why all the hours acknowledge
What I don’t know, ‘cause I won’t tell myself

Acceptance, my sweetheart is a difficult thought
Believe me; I know what has to be done
While held under the watchful eye
Of the hand tightly holding
Love’s gun

It sounds the same veiled in mists
Or brightened with an embrace
Marking the star for looking back
Within a moonlight dream

My spirit smiles and says “What else”
To the bravest man in battle
When all I want is to rest
Within a rosy flush

In all the conflict I am enwrapped
The deeds, which I abhor
Where is the parade of joy I seek
That I wish to call my own

Whose invitation or thoughts of flight
Satisfy me when I am alone
When I am content to be like a flower
In all of my brightest days

Through all that I have gone through
The colors with which I am stained
Why can I not subdue my spirit
For these dreams of rest

Finding myself within a language
that lives inside
the grain of spheres
containing spirits of desire.
My pulse raced with a freedom
not caring to resist
the deliciousness of fire.

I traveled through rooms
where love songs
echoed from the roar of lions.
Sometimes I wandered as a lady fair
who steadied herself
only to disappear
on the horizon.  

Descending from speech,
each breath I took
was cast upon the swift currents
where hearts
are often drowned.
I came face to face with fire
collided safe and sound.

Can you hear the words I speak
in this language
known as the spirit of desire?
Does your pulse race
as my own,
not caring
to resist the fire?

How can I just look at your picture
And not hold you every day
I want you more each time I look
But I can't look away

I tell myself to take it down from here
And not look at you anymore
But each time I start I stop
And I sit and look at you some more

My longing for the arms I see
Is different than before
I'd never felt them round me
Now I have and I want them even more

Sometimes I just sit here and do nothing
But want you and look into your eyes
Why do I do this to myself
I can't tell you why

Wake within my heart that which should return
To claim the fragrance of a rose
Look at me with eyes that burn
Into the essence
Of my soul

Remind my spirit where it once wandered
Of the dreams that it held
Stir me with the sweetest words
Until I recall the love
My heart felt

Show me ripples in the dancing sea
We created as we shook
The earth where we once stood
Before time and distance
This place took

Remove these veils from mine eyes
With your lips in a caress
Wake within my heart a wondrous cry
And I will claim the rose of time’s
Fragrance blessed

Cover me in wandering dreams of delicate honesty
In songs which shine wet upon my lips
Whisper words of change to me
When into my heart
You slip

Brush me softly with the rushing flow of you
Until I recognize no other name
Seep into my crimson hue
Let all our colors
Be the same

Do not leave me to my rest if you are in need
Awake the prints here on my soul
Whisper to them as you lead
And I will sing our song
Of old

Foresee the rain that falls inside my wounded soul
As I remember the pain, you healed
Together, we are whole
With a kiss of love
Now sealed

Who will climb the night breeze to see time pass
Keep the minutes safe in their mind
Pursue heaven in the spirit of a looking glass
Suspended above, a world unkind

Who will take to wing and gently rise above
Everything for which they yearn
To fulfill the promise made by a dove
Then live by the lessons learned

Who will always pursue what others try to elude
With head high but never aloof
Be silently attentive in all they conclude
Hold to hope, without any proof

Who will hang high up on the moon to sing
Until the sun reappears in the sky
Sending hope into a world unkind with a ring
That echoes from their voice on high

What a jewel you have become
In this crown of mine
How very proud I am of who you are
As your own way you find

It seems it was just yesterday
You tried to walk before you crawled
While I was busy trying to run
Before I learned to walk

Somehow in the midst of all of this
You grew up and I grew old
And now I see you placing jewels
In your own crown of gold

Your paths not been an easy one
It has been an uphill climb
Yet you've grown tall and straight and true
And I'm so proud to call you mine

A shadow of a flower fell on the way
I looked at the face of you
Too much and too little
Did I have to say
When this shadow fell
On my face too

My thoughts drifted into a twilight of being
Seized the past and blamed it on you
Forgetting that today
Should be all I was seeing
In your beautiful eyes
Of blue

I did not tell you how you make my heart sing
Lift straight up from my chest
Take off in the air as if carried on wings
Or how in your sweet love
I am
So blessed

Instead, I looked for wounds and scars
On your heart and mine
Wondered aloud
How we had gotten this far
Thought I would bleed
If you were unkind

I did not tell you that you are a rose
A joy of blue, shading my crimson fears
When this shadow fell, on our faces
I chose
To hold you responsible
For all of my tears

A shadow of a flower fell on the way
I looked in the heart of you
Yet you moved from that shadow
As if to say
You can trust me
I will trust you

Softly breathe upon these miles between you and I
Where they will not continue to seem so far
Let them fall by the wayside
So that I am able to look into your eyes
No matter where we are

I cannot help but wish to be cradled in your hours
To be ever listening to your heartbeat
A sound quieting my own
Filling my world with precious showers
‘Tis when I feel complete

Until the moment comes when you softly breathe
Upon these miles between you and me
Here I will be, by the wayside
Until your breath shows the way that leads
To erase all these miles I see

Softly breathe upon these miles between you and I
Until they no longer continue to exist
Let them fall by the wayside
So that I am able to look into your eyes
And be cradled in your kiss

So many of the tears we cry
Do not cleanse our souls
Feeling sorry for ourselves
Will not make us whole

As we travel through the valley
Known as The Place of Weeping
We’re not meant to stay there
Sorrow's not for keeping

Tears can wash away the pain
Of anger and of grief
But if we fail to grow and learn
They’ll bring no relief

We feel what we feel
With this there’s nothing wrong
Just ensure that you don’t
Stay mired in your tears for long

A shifting veil of shadows
filled my vision
as if requiring breath aimlessly.
I drew fire into my veins
as my suitor,
when I sought out release.

Looking down upon the back
of my fingers
Warm contentment followed hopefully.
Picking up my hand,
understanding flamed
this fire in me.

A caress pledged half a dream.
Bit my lip suggestively.
Sweet and gentle touches
became phantoms
of hope,
welcoming in, seductive pleas.

Instinct wrapped around a veil
of shadows.
Found everything ever wanted.
Desire left kisses
on my brow,
whispered cries that taunted.

My soul gazed pleasures
state of mind,
took a deep breath of me.
Drawing fire into my veins
as my suitor,
I gave myself...shamelessly.

He tore himself apart for breakfast until he resembled the seasons that were running down the unimportant streets of silence.  
Hoping for an endless meal because he was afraid he had seen this all before and was simply famished.

A creature observed the return of a shower of attention and suddenly found itself hiding in the back of his kitchen, while silence took the risk of creating fireworks in both their minds.

Ice-water peered cautiously over the rim of his glass as it gathered as if waiting for back up, with an agitation that was all too familiar it called out in a voice that toppled over the realization that it was permanently trapped.

A tangle of small wonder that called itself understanding did not trust the voices of time as they had become wildly deformed and held onto the same chill as the glass that stared back with no apology.  

The next instant brought a sudden end that urgently painted torrents of strange confusion into everything else. Yet when he asked what had happened the creature played hell for a couple of minutes as it staggered backwards into two seconds ago.

He swung around looking in the back of his kitchen for advice, deeply troubled as ice-water seemed to form in his veins.  He existed by nourishing himself with his own feelings and yet was still hungry.  The creature knew as it watched him advance to the back of his kitchen that the man’s hunger had not been appeased.  

The creature cringed with the same fear as the ice-water peering over the rim of his glass knowing it was trapped.  It watched as he advanced to take his next bite with eyes as cold as the glass where the ice-water was trapped.

Nourishment was at hand within the feelings of the creature……as he closed in I realized the creature in the back of his kitchen, was me.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Those waves crashed in and took my breath
Stealing the air, I need
To safely walk upon these shores
Of sinking sand
From which I cannot be freed

I feel each grain enveloping my soul
Pulling my spirit down
Yet I do not know which way to turn
To save myself
From sinking ground

My eyes are turned upward to the skies
Lips moving willingly
And I wonder if you even see me here
Sinking in the sand
Of your sea

Those waves roll back, sweet air rushes in
My feet are finally freed
I look down at the sinking ground
Seeing that what held me here
Was me

He tunes the bonds which hang on the mirror of the sea
Revealing deep meanings in the vaguest air
She likes to speak of him to me
When her day catches fire
And loses flair

She tells me of the good things he makes her feel
When he tunes the bonds up and down
Yet she wonders what is real
And if that mirror
Makes her world go round

Perfect joy she says he has shown her now
Seems that her cup runneth over
Yet as serenity takes a bow
Those deep meanings
Fail to hold her

She likes to speak of him to me on her cloudy days
I look through her eyes and see the truth
She tunes the bonds in her own way
And when her day catches fire
He becomes her excuse