When he tells me all is quiet, we sail so fast
Into the whispers of the night
Far now into a flood that branches past
The pearls we string that dance
Within our light

Always clinging close above our silent thoughts
Are wings that cheer our pearls so rare
Joy cherished that cannot be bought
Sails into the whispers
Of love so fair

Where he begins, my body softly swings
Embracing our single strand
Placing pearls that shine and sing
As our love demands

I walked through life with blinders on
Thinking I could see
And many things I thought I knew
I now see differently

I thought impatience was a friend of mine
I found this not to be true
As many decisions I made with him
Only brought trouble anew

I've found that patience is wisdom in waiting
She has become my new friend
Though often this friendship is trying
The results I'd recommend

I've learned that anything worth having
Is worth the time that we spend
So very patiently waiting
As they are the best in the end

Does one become more beautiful
after being broken?  
Could they be repaired with gold
until their heart and mind
are no longer numb?
Will the harsh voices
that caused each crack
disappear............
into a billion pieces
as if never spoken?
If so,
please paint each crack in my heart
and stop.......
where this pain flows from.

Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - 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

The tears he wept came from the depths of his soul
Extreme anguish burning with fever
Tears flowing like great streams of liquid fire
One could feel but did not see there

The immense torment, which brought about his tears
And induced his fiery pain
We did not know or even begin to ask
Because we merely walked by, heads hung in shame

Each one of us, quickly passed right by him
Never said a single word
While pretending we could not feel his fevered pain
From the vast anguish he had incurred

All our hearts, could feel, the fever of his pain
From the tears we could not see
Because we were all too afraid to look into the eyes
We heard there weeping on the street

When the last memory says
I have to remember
all the layers that whisper in these rooms.  
My fingers become blind
to the passing warmth of years
my lips have forgotten
way too soon.

I always knew
the rambling name
of the nights when I smiled
at the voices of the stars.  
This is when I felt the air lingering
inside of a time
when I knew I could stand
where you are.

Faded hours fall
from my childhood scars
like solemn words set fire in streams
to all I speak.  
Still, I accept your arms
and give you all my love,
knowing.......
no breath of mine will sleep.

A knowing is left
like a sound subdued in my ear,  
and I savor the notion
that your words lie underneath.  
I read each line
one more time....until,
the end of us
is a tear
I'll never weep.

You are My Constant, touching my skies
and surrounding me with the pleasure
of your existence.  
This is an ancient truth
held by the hand of time
and cannot be concealed
or brought down,
futile is resistance.

I will never exhibit thorns
in between my words
or to your feelings
when walking  alone
on the shores of my sea.
You are My Constant,
sailing always in the back of my mind,
a ship flying your colors
to the port of me.

You are My Constant.  
The one I can never forget.
Without words you have spoken
to my heart
all these years.  
You are my sun,
the light of all my hope.
My Constant,
the one I hold inside my heart,
most dear.

Tie a satin ribbon around a perfect crystal tear
Gently suspend it from your moon
Hold my loving heart sweetly in your own
Knowing, I will return to you soon

Kiss your radiant stars goodnight from me
Beaming in your peaceful skies
Wish upon the ones flying to the earth and see
All the love I hold, here in my eyes

When you close your eyes to sleep at night
Missing me, so terribly
Know your satin ribbon holds back your tears
So you will never cry for me

My loving heart is always held sweetly in your own
Glowing from your perfect moon
******* goodnight kisses into your starry skies
Knowing, I will return to you soon

Because I know what you do
when the tide is yours to honor
and how my heart cries for that
which is not my own.
I breathe in your existence
while a noose squeezes harder
around all your touch has ever held
and gently known.

Fading stains record the tender scheme of flagrant deliberation
Transparent in their defense of the illusion
Depicting careful consideration of honesty and reserve
While shattering the picture of your delusions

A saturation of recollection, distinctive in its eloquence
Briefly coercing the eyes to conceive
The continuation of a scheme hid in a shroud of confusion
Which refuses to change or ever leave

What would ever stain, yet without any imperfection
Expressing clear in all of its defense
Completely raw and uninhibited in the purest honesty
Yet leave your values standing on the fence

A love beyond comprehension is your tender scheme
The stains are your records of transparency
A continuation one cannot deny, when looking in your eyes
No illusions, just the pureness of honesty

The Raven Queen came from simple country roots
No royal silver spoon did she carry
Raised by unpretentious witches holding great wisdom
Old Gertrude, Esmeralda and Tregarry

Three witches known as spiritual leaders of the valley
Of lowly peasants and abundant woods
Raised her up simply infused with a fiery spirit
Proclaiming the law of the land to be good

Two faces reigned within the leaders and peasants
One which was shown to The Law
The other kept hidden as they lowly bowed to the wind
Praising the moon and icy snow as it thawed

A tale of hidden woe these three leaders carried
Unbeknown to the Raven Queen
Of her true heritage and the tainted gold they kept
From the night Old Death intervened

Old Death quietly crept in on her birthing night
Stole her sweet mother away
Yet for a fee the wise leaders took her in to love
Knowing who she would be one day

An eager student their young queen became
Learning the wisdom of the truth
Quite an apprentice in the ways of the wind
She became early in her youth

All at once the fiercest Winter ever known to the valley
Brought in terrible winds and bitter snow
The young queen watched as the peasants trembled
As savage wolves entered their fold

Great hunger came to the valley along with Old Death
Dissension was called into play
Soon, each of the leaders knew the time had come
To teach her the dark side of their ways

She was pulled from light into the darkest shadows  
To embrace her own true destiny
Her dark light shone through the woods and the valley
Bringing the savage wolves to bay

Fear of the Raven Queen’s light spread from the valley
Coursing through the veins of The Law
Sending in fierce horsemen thundering with vengeance
Her own lifeblood they came to draw

She answered their thundering with her own call
Heads for heads, raging fire with ice
Saving the ones who took her under their wings
Returning their tainted gold at a price

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

With memories of great beauty, you sleep like an angel
Your wings resting with a confident air
While you sail on a ship looking for blessings
Setting fire to the bridges that cross
All your cares

You play in traces of clouds where you see your reflection
Revealed in the proud winds of your dreams
Watching time fade and travel to far away places
Where beauty rests in your imagination
To be redeemed

Standing by you now, watching you peacefully sleep
I can take refuge from my own cares
As I watch, all my blessings sail in on a ship
Carrying the smile on your face
I see there

When one skates to the stars
with feet called to wait on the sunrise,
it is said their hearts are hungry
for the dreams full of love
to return again.  
The taste of this hunger
travels with them
into the darkness full of stars
and stirs every sunset
they see
in their domain.

Sometimes this makes one feel
like running away
to erase the past and all pleasures
which made them feel complete
each and every morning.
Still, they know,
love will continue as part of those dreams.
So they skate
to the stars,
to see
what a new sunset
brings.

My heart loves the eyes of time
and inside I feel that I know I hold the soul
which looks into the life of each and every word
holding the light of my life each day.  
The world hears my mind and sees my eyes
when night places a smile on my face.

My heart sees the sweet dreams of the sun
when my tears hand my spirit
to the song of the air
and my thoughts hand my pain to truth
and the winds of the moon.  
Still,  I wonder,
what right do my wings have
to silence the beauty of my breath so soon.  

Your voice walks softly
as it sings to the shadows of the sea
and I wonder
if I will sleep with the thought of your lies
touching my skies
and if I will feel your kiss speaking to me.  
While I watch the places
where your memories rain on the peace
your lips deceived so free.

Once,
I thought I heard you dancing to the left of the winds
and I thought hope would listen
and be filled with the music of change
wishing I'd known I could forget the sound.
Because  I saw the sight of darkness
and still remembered the light
I had found.

I now rest in the coldness of what I write
and stop your arms from burning the sweetness
of the end of my years
with your clouds and your flowers that are broken so gently.  
Yet,
still............
the waves of your flames
seek the silent softness
within the paths of me.

You are afloat on troubled waters and sinking ever fast
Struggling for every breath, you try to take
Where’s this needless measure of treading getting you
When all your problems never seem to slake

The water is at your chin now, slipping towards your lips
As the shore moves quicker from your sight
You best get a grip now, before you go and lose it all
Start discovering that you have lost this fight

All this pain that you are creating, that is eating you inside
Is it really worth the price you will have to pay
You best stand up in the water and pull yourself up straight
If you have any plans to see another day

The troubled water is the life you live, this existence that you hold
While clinging to the remnants and the shame
Turn fast against the current and swim for all you are worth
Or go right under and do not accept the blame

This time next year, when the hills are hidden by a sigh
On my back, I will wear whatever comes my way
Even as the wind no longer asks me why
My heart, will still not
Be lead astray

When the whole world seems scattered round my feet
My heart will still carry for many miles
This rhythm, which is my own beat
And those hills, I will climb
As I smile

I will surely taste delight in each new sight I see
Then return to wear once more
Everything upon my back that comes at me
Never asking why
Or, what for

Give me warmth in a close and quiet port with a song unwritten
So when the wind unveils her pride I will not know
I will dive headfirst into uncharted waters
Write the words to the song
With my harp of gold

Send me a reason to leave my warm and quiet port with you
So when the wind unveils her pride I will stay warm
We will dive headfirst into uncharted waters
With a new song unwritten
In both our arms

Promise me I will not long for the song unwritten I wrote alone
When I leave my warm and quiet port to write for you
Then I will dive headfirst into uncharted waters
Write the words to a new unwritten song
You can sing too

Our song will hold a thousand nights of memories of bliss
To keep us warm when the wind unveils her pride
We will sing each word together in harmony
While we dive headfirst into waters
With our warmth inside

No matter which notes are played on still waters
they weigh heavy on my pain
when they fall.  
There are days when I realize
I am spinning 'round
and murmuring,
feeling forced and raw.

It seems that time dwindles down
into its own sea
then wakes the night
asking to be filled with hours.
Everything I do
seems to make time kiss the places
where I spin,
stroking........
as it devours.

I can feel a searing look
from eyes on the sidelines
when I attempt to  hold the jewels of darkness
next to me.  
Their footsteps
are like the million curses of tears,
stinging..........endlessly.

Before the door closes on my life's journey
I know the moon will rise
in all its angelic innocence
once again.
Until then, I will dream
of polishing those jewels,
spinning round
here......
insane.

A beautiful dream rests
where it chooses to.
Far apart from stormy bodies
of gray clouds.
It becomes the comforter
resting, inside
every part of you.
As betrayal
is a word
never whispered
by a heart
that doesn't know how.

A listening heart hears voices that loudly boom
From the soulful eyes of the quietly sad
As their silent noise fills the room
Where nothing is ever said

Such echoing silence is shattered by tears
Visible only by the tracks
What is left behind only the heart can hear
Emanating from invisible cracks

They speak to the heart without saying a word
You can feel their presence inside
Like the tiny wings of a hummingbird
You feel what they don’t confide

Between the beloved one who lifts my heart
And the distant shore
So much hunger speaks of a time
That has come and gone
Yet remains in my sweet dreams
Forevermore

Through all those sights and sounds
Up high into the stars
There is a compass with no age
Set with perfect hands
That leads me home
Where you are

When together we are returned at last
Where we no longer sleep
Mingling in the joy we unleash
Here in an ethereal bliss
No time can ever change or hold
When hunger speaks

I see you twinkling back at me from the midnight sky
Sending guiding light through the air
Instilling marvelous wonder into my beating heart
With the sweetest peace, that you share

Your light fills my soul with the sustenance I seek
To reestablish all that has gone astray
Filling me with the courage of everlasting hope
The strength I need to walk another day

No longer do I sit alone, desolate in my despair
With you there above me in my sky
As I can hear you singing inside this soul of mine
To take heart, as the future is so bright

Sweet guiding light in heaven, twinkling back at me
Such peace and contentment you bring
As you shed your light, I see all the possibilities
Waiting for me now in life’s wings

You can strikingly feel the magical migration of ions
Controlling the electricity you breathe
All the pleasant sensations of silken charges
Sharing in your sweet ecstasy

A very slight whisper of the purest sensitivity
Skillfully washes into your pores
Releasing a smooth rhythm of tempting delight
Promising your senses so much more

You yield in response to the rhythm of the migration
Cherishing sweetly the spellbinding sound
Of each breath as accepted by your willing spirit
Infused with the taste of the whispers you have found

Is this just a fantastic illusion, unhinging your mind
This migration you now find you embrace
You ask your spirit in a fit of rising rebellion
With a satisfied smile on your face

With so many resentments built up in your soul
You cannot be released from your past
Holding them inside burns a hole in your spirit
While your spirit is burning up fast

Are you so sure that the resentment you hold
Is not just an endless excuse
To not face the music of your own mistakes
Perhaps it is time for the truth

Often it is wise to let the past be the past
And bygones be what they are
But if the fire of resentment is out of control
Look inside first,  do not look afar

You will find that which you hold
Can be released by making amends
It is never to late to say I am sorry
Bringing the fire of resentment to an end

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