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1.3k · Nov 2010
Subtle Ray
The secret of your smile glows like gold on the dreams I dream
In the darkest places, your voice is a silver-lighted sound
Millions of others can see your smile agleam
Yet not know, this happiness I’ve found

Embroidered moments of pleasure entwine around my heart
While the brightest moon shines silently above
Ever wide is the subtlest ray you impart
When you smile, I can feel your love

Your voice is a shining echo that claims my constant heart
I will always treasure each word as a precious pearl
From the moment, first light of dawn imparts
Still, when all light leaves this world

Might I ever go searching for your smile to gild my day
Your voice to light the darkness in my heart
Embroidered in the riches, only you can send my way
With the widest subtle ray, your smile imparts
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.3k · Nov 2010
Night's Arrows
Our peaceful night sleeps soundly in a mesh of magic arrows
Awakens, looking into the seeking eyes of mankind
Feeling their great joy and bitter sadness flow
Into each breath
In kind

A delightful journey gleaming softly within a minute’s pause
Calmness laughing, lost inside a rolling tear
A gateway bursting with applause
Our peaceful night
Can sense
Our spirits here

Emblems alight and lie mirrored within the wakened night
Glory crowns the essence of our coming day
An outpouring of our feelings light
Night’s magic arrows
On their way

Mankind gazes in wonder at the splendor high above
Night wakens reaching out for their hands
Filling each soul with arrows of love
With each breath he breathes
And commands
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.3k · Aug 2010
Quiet of the Offing
Look yonder at the graceful misty suggestions
Delivering  a gentle welcoming gain
Evanescent, yet so remarkably memorable
Infused with the kiss of rain

A fine gossamer glaze of crystalline blue
Creates a jubilant rhapsody
Vigorously dancing within the rushing embrace
Of the passion, known as the sea

Flawless perfection, delicately fragile as porcelain
Unfaltering, lines of exquisite detail
Quietly content the eye  of the beholder
On a stately sensational scale

There is splendid comfort in the quiet of the offing
As the cherished waves rush ashore
Appealing to all of our tender hearts and minds
Compelling the joyful need for more
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.3k · Feb 2011
I Need Not Speak
I can hear you speak, even in your silence
Blending forever into the way I feel
Until all my thoughts burn into eternity
Within a flickering picture I hold
That dazzles my senses
And my heart steals

I will tell you where the radiance shines
To make all the clouds disappear
When I feel the warmth of tomorrow’s dawn
Tie a string of silk around my heart
Because I know you can see
Me standing here

I need not speak as you can see me tremble
At every turn your silence takes
I will tell you where the radiance shines
When I once again see the hope
That dazzles my senses
And my day makes
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Morning rises in such extraordinary ways;
touching on what is real
When you have been spinning round
in fairy tales
Where stars are silver haired ladies
whose souls have awakened
The smile
carried deep in the pockets
of mist filled clouds
Revealing an upside moon
unveiled

North winds created doorways
radiating single rays of light
That changed the stories old familiar taste
Within dreams a new flame burns on the rosy cheeks
Whose ears are now bent down to hear music
A sleeping soul will make

The heart of the sky melts into bowls;
fills them to their brims
Full of sweet thoughts to save for a rainy day
Unlike the ones you read
in those books you treasure
They dwell inside your heart
softly listening
For you to come and play

Tangled up in fantastic ribbons
of curiously spinning tales
One’s imagination can escape innocently
Into places where everything flows
purely fantastic
To carry on with them when morning rises
To touch upon their reality
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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1.3k · Nov 2010
Running for Redemption
What could a rhyme redeem for the sunlight of your soul
Coming through in misty stirring rain
In the empty time and space, you cannot control
Running down the halls
Of your pain

Do you leave your broken phrases to float among spheres
Insistently flowing into that which makes you glad
Forming lessons you may not wish to hear
When the walls of your halls
Are painted sad

Just how high is the ceiling of your expectations
Does it exceed the flame of yonder sun
Will your eyes begin to glisten, when you cannot control
The halls of your life
As you run

There is a window in your hall, where sunlight softly streams
Into the promises, which you are able to redeem
If you will stop running down the halls
Of all you cannot control
Your soul, will feel the warmth
Of its beams
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.3k · Oct 2013
In My Insanity
Free what is drawn in a few moments from your speech
and our two  forces.
Come find the lover you leave behind
in the ancient black and white.
Are you scared of heights
or would you rather be turned
into a man
as black as light?

No guilt
when you look at your dreams
and they spark
and mirror the poison apple you sense.
They bleed when they can't be seen
no matter their essence.
1.3k · Feb 2011
Yesterday I Wandered
Yesterday I wandered into the bliss of love’s fountain
Held by strong arms I called home
A rambling traveler consumed by a passion
To listen to the sweet whispers
Of the bubbling foam

Timelessly I had always existed in a precious solitude
Where I found pleasure in my own dance
Until I wandered into the bliss of love’s fountain
To kiss the warmest lips
Of circumstance

I must confess, the waters rushed round my heart
As I touched the cheek of sweet hours
My rambling feet stood still in complete joy
Desiring to be molded like soft clay
Within love’s power

My flesh was warmed by sweet whispers of passion
Arms that held my heart in their hands
This rambling traveler quickly forgot who she was
When the waters of love’s own fountain
Rushed in to my dance
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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1.3k · Jun 2010
Pretense of Respite
Indistinct moments of brief respite flow into the room
Where the consequences of your actions lie
Bringing a false sense of relief to rest upon your brow
Until the next time you look into your eyes

The candidness of the mirror suspended within this room
Smiles in all its feigned innocence at you
Sending out a call to come and look upon the wall
Into the very eyes, which reveal the truth

Take a deep breath and enjoy the moment of brief respite
Flowing into your conscience as a reprieve
As soon the mirror will be calling out in laughter
   Come here, and take a look at me

The mirror’s name is Karma also known as Fate
Her call is mighty powerful and strong
The vision that she holds is determined by your actions
Come take a look and see if I am wrong
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.3k · Jun 2010
Inhibitions
The chains that bind have shattered now and rusted clean away
No longer will they hold your life or you
As droplets formed upon the grass, they have dissipated
Leaving freedom’s bell to ring so clear and true

Look yonder to the great blue skies and spread your tiny wings
Soar high and free upon the whistling winds
Journey far away from here and discover who you are
While learning how to exist in your own skin

Perhaps you will learn as days go by and hold this truth to you
Those chains that bound you never did exist
Except only in your mind, along with your inhibitions
And the views, which you have now dismissed

A day will come when you may fly right back here to me
Perhaps you will gently light upon my hand
Stay with me for a while and watch me proudly smile
As you fly off,  with your life at your command
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.3k · May 2010
Imagination
Come walk along the cliffs of uncertainty
While you search for something delightfully new
There wrapped in an air of wondrous mystery you will find
Where your imagination can take you too

Softly cling to the shadows of infinity
Tenuously locked away in an unpredictable hue
Lost forever in a world that you can create
As you wander away with the moon

Radiantly shining like a bead of clear water
Such as a taste of the morning’s first dew
You can come away to this world and discover
How you can become a part of this too

Multi-colored butterflies will be dancing in the forest
Where the whippoorwills sing to the trees
In voices that light up the air so sweet
Like golden honey stolen from the hives of bees
  
Here the untamed sea can be seen forever
Stretching endlessly across it seems
And you can ride the crashing waves of ivory foam
While gliding on a current of dreams

The winds incessant voice will ring right through you
Whispering of the magical things to be seen
When you come away to this fair land of Eden
One must be prepared for most anything
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.3k · Feb 2012
The Truth You Taste
When you look at me,
can you  hear thunder when I talk
with eyes that watch you taste
a million waves of truth
whispering what I want?
Does it feel like rain
falls upon your heartbeat
like an old friend
and trusted confidant?

It has been said that nothing
can ever be
as elusive as one's thoughts
when you drink in their existence
inside your heart.
All your fears graze your memories
and you lose yourself
on the edge of not knowing
your remotest parts.

Do you treasure beautiful skies
when midnight sits
upon the bridge
that has hidden your lips
from my own
too many times?  
Or know that I can see you
growing weary
of the depth of feeling
embracing your heart
inside my rhymes?

There is nothing I could change
if I carried what I want
all alone.
So please forgive me
if you hear thunder when I talk
with eyes that feel like rain
upon your heartbeat,
know day after day,
the truth you taste,
is love's own.
1.3k · Apr 2010
Sacrifice
Is it possible to be so mistaken
About what seems so right
To be so blinded by what I feel
I don't even try to fight

Am I willing to put aside
All I profess to believe
To reach out for what I want
What is true not see

How much am I willing to sacrifice
To follow my hearts desire
In order to have what I want
Will I feed my soul to the fire

If I am mistaken about what seems right
And this is the sacrifice I must make
This I have inside of me
From my heart, Dear Lord
Please take
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
If my lips appear to fall upon your thoughts,
that is where
they are supposed to be.  
At night,
when your ears hear pages
of the faintest verse
whispering on your neck,
it is my way of telling you everything
will be alright,
go back to sleep,
it is just me.

If you feel the softest kiss in the morning
as if the sun
has filled the passageways
of your heart
with everything you miss.
The radiance you feel in these spaces
is not a dream
in which you have fallen,
nor random chance,
it is my way
of sending you bliss.

If your temperature rises in a delightful instant,
eternally warming your soul
with a drink
and leaving your heart glowing.
It is because it holds the promises
my heart placed long ago
in a chalice called my love
where you can drink
of a warmth overflowing.

I am always with you
even on those nights
that seem to never end.  
I walk delicately across your mind
tying the strings of your heart
to my own.
You can hear my voice
when my lips fall upon your thoughts
whispering,
“I love you, My Heart,
I’m coming home.”
1.3k · Jul 2010
Tangled Up In Ribbons
Entangled in the silken ribbons, haphazard in the tinkling bells
Smiling as I twirl around the ceiling
Enthusiastically chasing, all of my wildest endeavors
To obliterate the slightest chance of feeling

A satin sash of gold winding round all of my emotions
Tickling my fancy and my toes
Swirling in my twirling, laughing as I go round
Forgetting all my troubles as I go

I am erratic in my movements, sporadic in my spins
Engagingly so charming in my play
Transported over places full of wide empty spaces
Filling them with everything, I may

My ribbons are spinning faster than I can come untangled
My tinkling bells are crashing in my head
All this enthusiastic chasing and filling empty places
Did not obliterate a single thing you said
©Neva Flores 07/11/10
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1.2k · Jan 2011
Without Answers
If you can tell me why the sea roars when staring at the moon
I will drink the essence of your different ways
Together we will find where the dish took the spoon
Live with fire in our eyes
All our days

If you can launch a ship that glides into wisdom’s harbor
I will sail along with you until the end of time
Together we will learn the secret of love’s nature
Live a life full of passion
So sublime

However, if you cannot tell me why the sea roars at the moon
Or launch a ship that will glide into wisdom’s harbor
Together our hearts can still learn how to sing in tune
In our own perfect harmony
Without answers
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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1.2k · 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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1.2k · Dec 2010
Breath of a Rose
Is there no breath in a glowing rose's dream
After the night has scattered
None so fair warms a heart it seems
Or equals a breath
That matters

When the night is over in a golden sense
Climbing up above the sea
Would you care or take offense
If a dreaming rose
Could no longer breathe

What follows until the last light shines
Within all your memories
Inside small spaces are you so inclined
To be the dreaming rose
That still breathes

Do you dream willingly, continuing to bloom
After the night has scattered
As you take each breath do you presume
That which warms your heart
To be what matters
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Apr 2010
Shelter Of My Soul
In You I find my refuge
Shelter for my soul
You are where I place my hope
To You I’ll always go

I sing of your power and goodness
Reinforcing you in my soul
As I share with all who’ll listen
The one who my heart holds

You have been my teacher
Since I was but a child
To this day I sing your praise
Knowing your heart smiles

I know your righteousness is boundless
Though trouble I may see
I’m comforted in the knowledge
You’ll restore what’s taken from me

I will sing to all who’ll listen
Regardless of my strife
As I do You comfort me
And restore my life
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Jul 2010
A Poet's Charge
The human heart’s capacity to continuously love and believe
Captivates the gifted mind of every poet
Evokes words from their fingertips delightful to the soul
Embraces you in pleasure, before you know it

Such a deep fascination lies in a poet’s flowing imagination
To explore the exquisite treasures of the heart
To not weave those very pleasures would be a tragedy
Oh, what beauty would be missing from the art

The human heart’s capacity to burn with hate and resentment
Captivates the gifted mind of every poet
This too, evokes the many words from their fingertips
Recognized by every soul as they know it

The remarkable emotion revealed by the human heart  
Captivates the gifted mind of every poet
It becomes our destiny, to set these feelings free
Expressing them, so everyone will know it
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
1.2k · Jun 2010
What Have We Done?
Lying dormant underground
a thief of life is waiting
to steal the breath from those unaware.
Unknown to man until this time
when care has not been taken
to save our souls
from what is lying there.

Now who is to say what can be done
to stop the devastation,
spreading like fire among us
one and all?
As we discover
that which we have done to live
is now the very thing heralding
our own ending call.

To live the lives that bring our ease
we care not what we take.
Removing every resource from the ground
Then we stand in shame
when all goes wrong
when the sun goes down.

We have burned a path among the trees
and vines that protect us.
Stolen the very air from our skies.
Now we stand among the ruins
of our own creation
watching the Earth as we know it
say goodbye.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
1.2k · Apr 2010
Melting
Distraction deep inside your head
It just won't go away
You try to think of something else
Inside your head it stays

It's breaking down those fences
You've built high around your heart
You fight it off with all you have
From you it will not part

It's melting ice that's built up strong
From years of numbing cold
Warming all those spaces of dormancy
With a fire that could melt gold

Breaking free for this ice
Is not even a choice
Distraction deep has taken hold
And this ice it has no voice
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
1.2k · Nov 2010
Golden Dish
With a golden dish in my right hand
I came to get my fill
Of honeysuckle pleasures
On hidden vines
There waiting for my tender touch
Sweetness I did find
Under the marble steps
Of my will

That old cunning devil flew right by me
My conscious saw him first
A shift of black
Lifting up in airy flight
Yet still I sought out my reward
Though his face I could see
My dish, would be filled
That night

I thought of waiting for my pleasure
Then in a lullaby I rehearsed
I convinced myself to reach out anyway
As I came to get my fill
Of all those hidden treasures
So I sang my song
And put my conscious
In reverse

With a golden dish in my right hand
A shift of black in my heart
I partook of those honeysuckle pleasures
Yet no sweetness did I find
In those hidden vines
When from my own will
I did depart
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Aug 2010
Synchronization
Come closer, said the softest whisper in your ear
Listen quietly to the gentle flow
Of the tranquil waters running through your spirit
Providing peace and healing for your soul

Dive and swim into these peaceful cleansing waters
They are pristine and clear
Feel them wash away imbalance in your life
Relinquish all your fears

Deeply inhale the essence of sweet moderation
A lovely aroma so divine
Drifting into your spirit from the tranquil waters
A soothing solace for your mind

Listen to the rhythmic flow of these healing waters
Releasing balance into your soul
As you look inside yourself and take inventory
Of what you must let go

Now stand up proudly in the peaceful waters
With one foot settled on dry land
As you ground yourself in mind, body and spirit
Harmony takes your hand
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Sep 2010
The Thirst of Peace
Smoldering reminders of fragrant release
Rattle my windows and doors
While delicate tendrils of thirsty lingering peace
Lie scattered splendidly upon the floors

Patient virtue gently ripples and plays
No fault is found to be
Me-thinks mendacious thoughts away
Shattering holds on me

Draw in close and smell peace smoldering here
Dishonesty, has flown away
Finding the thirst of lingering peace sincere
When virtue ripples and plays

Deliberate untruths can lock down windows
Shut close, every door
However, thirsty lingering peace remains a foe
Waiting patiently upon the floor
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
1.2k · Jun 2010
Flight
I wanted to find the moment when I should have known
Felt the bone-chilling cold in my soul
Yet I never saw the lights blazing, staring straight ahead
Never saw this dream of mine grow cold

So beautiful and imposing, my heart stood no chance
Of rectifying the damage that was done
All of my best intentions to forever stand alone
Were banished in the moment that you walked in my sun

Now all my dreams of perfect solitude I have tossed in the wind
From the very moment that I first saw your face
Alone as I planned, you destroyed with your hands
A splendid love you left there in its place

This bone-chilling cold I felt down in my soul
Has been replaced, with a white-hot fire of delight
My heart soars in the air and smiles with no end
As together, our two hearts, take flight
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Aug 2010
Steam
She filled your air pretending to be life-giving water
Yet now you know that she is fire
As she clouded your vision of the world around you
You quickly traded your dreams for her desires

She watched with great pleasure as you pushed away all
To give her your undivided attention
Finding fault in every single move you made
While you stood alone with no honorable mention

Her warmth and beauty has held you under her spell
Stubbornly calling your thirst benign
For what now seems like forever a day and a year
Still, of her life giving water there is no sign

Now you find yourself longingly staring into the air
Seeking a tall cool glass of respite
To quench your thirst and refresh your dry spirit
Restoring your dreams to your sight

Continue seeking life-giving water with great patience
With the most vigilant care
In the vessel of a warrior fearless and wise
There is respite for your thirst in the essence of air
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · May 2010
Fields of Poppies
Bright fields of poppies blushing red
Are in my dreams of you
Streaming down the grassy hill ahead
Lies a river of crystal blue

Each night in dreams I wait upon the hill
Slowly picking flowers there
To place in vases upon my windowsill
And grace my wavy hair

With all my lovely flowers in full view
I wait for your sweet face
To meet me like you always do
In our secret place

In my dreams I always run to you
When I see you near
To show you what I picked for you
And hold you close my dear
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Aug 2010
Suspended in Introspection
You sit quietly under the powerful tree of introspection
Looking inside your own soul
Seeking to find what you hold deep inside
Sacrificing precious time for it all

Not a single move do you make for hours on end
Watching the world pass you by
You see that old sun rise up in the morning
Never closing your eyes

Familiar faces and voices you know all to well
Pass right by your quiet space
However, you do not speak or nod your head
Although, you feel their eyes on your face

You hear the melodious sound of the birds in your tree
Singing their sweet, lilting song to you
You never think twice about moving along in the day
As you are still seeking to find the truth

The light of the radiant sun no longer visits you
He has went away to rest his eyes
Yet, he sent his friend the glorious moon to shine
To watch you from the midnight sky

Still there you sit in silence, looking inside yourself
Contemplating ever so quietly
  Until the coolest breeze softly touches your face
Releasing your soul’s mysteries
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Jan 2011
Journey of the Spider
You would be happy every time if you could tear from my hopes.
If you could possess my rosy lips with your white feathers.
I sing as I turn from you now, knowing I will pay in ways that
will make me wish I had died.

A spider makes a journey to pick out his flowers before the city
gates partake what he sees.  There, his life-blood wanders into
where his fame lives, yet leaves him only kissing the air.  What
does his rage have to do with me?

I remember a looking-glass I brooded in once.  I could see a
giant living bravely in sorrow, while the sounds of the world
kept their vigil. In came the spider whispering, “Have no fear”
while he plucked the petals from the giant’s flowers.

You would be happy every time if you could tear from my dreams.
If you could possess my soul with your velvety shadows.
Spider my friend, your journey’s come to an end…….the city gates
are closed and you are kissing the air.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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1.2k · Sep 2010
Who Am I?
Disappointment rang in with sadness and frustration
Nothing expected was wrought
Disenchanted with everything within my perception
My purpose in life, I sought

Optimistically expectant, I rode out with confidence
Anticipating, such incredible joy
Seeking my purpose with an immense vigilance
Forgetting life is supposed to be enjoyed

Rapidly, I found myself disgusted in my constant quest
For what my purpose in life is to be
Exasperation set in, along with extreme unrest
Until, an angry red, was all I could see

Amazed and confused, I found myself taken aback
Wondering, how I became so angry
Watching my happiness slip through the cracks
Of my unfortunate quandary

I looked in the mirror, straight into my own eyes
A stranger looking back I could see
Decided first, I needed to try her on for size
To find, what my purpose, should be
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
1.2k · May 2011
Heels of Remembrance
Capricious waves push at my hands, show how much you mean to me
Do you remember how we used to play instead of talk
I would dress for my day while you stood with your back turned
Considering if you should go ahead and celebrate the details
Of a few minutes drawn in chalk

Our eyes look down the road at the reasons we have to be grateful
Looking at skid marks left in place from better times
While a wisp of smoke considers those heels I wore for you
That tore down the walls in our bedroom many nights
As the memories filled your mind

Just a little air to breathe was all we needed inside of this our warmth
So we would be able to feel the joy of love without labels
You stepped back and so did I to sip from the glass of our glow
Because we thought routine had taken all control
Leaving nothing on our table

I find I cannot breathe the air and this drink has lost its glow
Have you forgotten how we used to play
Where is that wisp of smoke that remembers me in heels
That tore down the walls in our bedroom
As we undressed our day
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

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1.2k · Oct 2011
The Earth is Still Warm
When I am not with you,
the earth is still warm
from hours that are seen no more.
I can feel the rhythm of yesterday
asking questions
when everything collects on the currents
of our own shadows.

I cast last night among the hills
where we were young and thoughtless
peered above the words
Standing
before my eyes.
Where butterflies lived inside a song
Waiting
for the world to sing.

Looking to tell a story
somehow different
from any
ever written down,
I began unlocking the mysteries of life.
I found that the beauty
of growing old
had kept its secrets well,
from my ears.

In the middle of the wonder
there must surely
lay a seed of hope in the meadows
where you and I saw fireflies
in the still of night.
Perhaps there,
we can still hear the echo
of its footsteps.

Eternity wanders through my mind
seeking praise
while the breath of truth
shows the world its strong arms.
Life awakens
to close the door on lessons learned
and yet, the earth
is still warm.
1.2k · Feb 2012
Outside of the Lines
Whispers from nowhere reach beneath light
cutting through the love
I feel for you,
playing inside of my thoughts.
I think of their sound,
how I feel them in the air I breathe
and when I sleep,
how they call from every mountaintop
I have ever sought.

I find I am defining their promises
every morning
in the hush of silence
and as I write I welcome them
into the rooms of me.
I lend them my fingertips
to search for the sunlight
of my feelings
until I hear the words
that rhyme
with we.

A reflection of the whispers can be tasted
when it drifts in
with the morning's expectations
as if it flew from a cage
of intimacy.  
My air is filled with love
crying out to my heart
that this time it will not be broken
nor lie alone as I breathe.

Whispers from nowhere lead me into spaces
outside of the lines I write,
where I can feel
your embrace.  
The strings of my heart
stand still to be strummed
into place
as the promise of your fingertips
searches for the sunlight
on my feelings' face.
Copyright @2012 Neva Flores
1.2k · Nov 2010
Blush of Eternity
Even while we watch the blushes still clinging to identity
The morning’s already changing her garments
Sensations leap at what they see
Now becoming messengers
From the hidden places
Where they once
Lay dormant

Half-erased passion heeds pride, forgetting pleasure
While one decisive hour
Whisper’s in eternity
As your rose colored glasses measure
What the naked eye
Cannot see

Will forever turn away, lie blushing in the shade
Cling to an identity never known
If half-erased passion heeds that which fades
Wearing rose colored glasses
So the truth cannot be
Shown
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Feb 2011
Tiny Moments
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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Some days you hold a bed of roses as only a state of mind
Promises seem to be forgotten in drifting pieces
Wondering how absence thinks of ways to make fonder
A heart that watches time burning bridges  
With faith that never ceases

So often an eager crowd serves a master of lonely places
You can hear them whispering words of praise
They are swirling in a powerful roundabout of illusion
Spent in rooms where the only way out
Cannot be paraphrased

Some have chosen their scars as seed to plant in rows
Then wonder why their fields are full of pain
Aside from sorrow can you imagine what could dwell
As rows of beautiful flowers in the heart
Where love remains

We hear I am sorry in a moment that passes forgotten
On days when a bed of roses does not exist
Should we choose to serve a master of lonely places
Or plant seeds of forgiveness in our fields
From unclenched fists
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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1.2k · Feb 2011
Soft Words Weep in Stillness
The early morning listens to soft words that weep in stillness
Echoing from the treetops of their existence
While distant mountains breathe an air of sadness
Into the verses that now arise
From my soul

In places where the sunrise accepts forever’s gentle fade
Stand the tears upon a raindrop’s face
Falling a thousand times to be lost in the shadows
Where they play among the pages
Of my day

But when the scent of a special grace, smiles into my depths
Sweet spirals of my existence break through
I find I am breathing out an air of precious gladness
Into the verses of soft words
That ensue
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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1.2k · Feb 2012
All My Heart Can Do
You hold me deep inside my bones
with thoughts that wander
to be born again
each morning.
Yesterday whispers
until my body sings
to be seduced
and I fall in love with you
once again,
without warning.

You are a spirit,
one could say,
delicately racing
through all I reach out
to feel.
Each night you rage
like an ocean
inside the softest image,
and all my heart can do..
is humbly kneel.
© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
1.2k · Jun 2010
Unspoken Words
Unspoken words lie deep within the caverns of your heart
Consuming you in anguish in their silence
So ruthless in their stand to stay all bottled up inside
They reflect upon your pride with feigned innocence

They speak to you of the grim rejection you will surely find
If you divulge the passion which you feel
Reminding you of the many tears that you have cried
Each time that your true feelings were revealed

You can continue holding all these unspoken words inside
As you listen to the echoes of the fear they resound
But your heart will always wonder if the pride which kept them there
Also kept you from the love you had finally found
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Sep 2010
In My Dreams I Go Home
In my dreams, I travel places, far away from here
Where you and I run hand in hand
Full of laughter and midnight kisses under starry skies
In a turquoise ocean touched by ivory sand

Our turquoise ocean is filled with gentle waves
Sparkling under a smiling moon
Swirling slowly around our bodies as we dance
To our hearts, own blissful tune

This place of beauty held only in my dreams
I visit every single night
Knowing you will always meet me there
Underneath our smiling light

When I close my eyes and drift, off to sleep
My heart begins to roam
Hand in hand with you in our turquoise ocean
The place that I call home
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Jun 2010
Flight of Release
A brush of the warmest fingertips ignites the burning flame
Existing in the sheets of the forbidden reaches
Quickly captivating all the fragile seeds of the perfect gathering
While providing them with the sweetest flight of release

Inimitable reflections surround the purest form of yielding
Sufficiently opening the most tender bloom
Such a majestic revelation unassuming in its glow
Sweetly fills the untouched air with its perfume

The forbidden reaches eagerly consume the warmest touch
Oblivious to their state of vulnerability
Entrusting all their fragility to the burning flame
Glowing in the sweetest flight of release
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Aug 2010
Attentively Watching
Your eyes are introducing an attentive gaze
Analyzing everything, you see
Commanding the unfamiliar to be openly revealed
Exhibiting your intensive curiosity

An open expression of gathering awareness
Gently glows there upon your face
Transcending all of the troubled disturbances
Communicated here in this place

There is a vast swarm of shifting transformations
Not seen by the unguarded eye
Now zealously revealed to your attentive gaze
As your awareness begins to rise

The harmonious elevation of your wondrous unveiling
Strikes a chord in the depth of thee
Awakening the knowledge, you hold deep inside
As what is hidden, you can now see
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Apr 2010
Trouble
There is impending danger in your eyes
I can see from across the room
You have held my gaze for way too long
My attention you have consumed

I have looked away and back at you
Each time I do I find
You are staring right into my eyes
As if you can read my mind

  You stare right through me as if you know
Every little secret that I hold
All my private thoughts and wishes too
The ones I have never told

I know that you do not know me
Yet, still I feel you do
And if I do not look away right now
Trouble will ensue
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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The wind moves over understanding,
enjoying its time away
from tears,
feels whole again.
Sleep, I am sure, sets sail
with a stranger,
breaks the mold
enveloping your pillow,
takes away pain.

Colors give you a taste of brightness
that eternity goes through
when it blushes
at its own progress.
While forever struggles
with patience
and touches upon fruit,
thought of undressed.

Cold water comes near,
turns round and round
graciousness,
extending the  waves
of grace’s touch.
Walking the halls
pressed against a smile
that says I am sorry,
no one notices
quite so much.

Long, long after our experiences
caress the light
we have given time,
they are unfolded,
carried away.
Insistence shatters
the mirror to nowhere,
sends winds of understanding,
my way.
1.2k · Sep 2010
Dancing Anew
Round and round a blazing fire they dance
To untamed music set aglow
By beauty emanating from their almond eyes
Radiating gently from their souls

What fascinating moves, spun in grand majesty
Whirling streams of stark white linen
Flowing round and round bare legs of darkest brown
Revealing innocence, still hidden

Lovely gypsy maidens all adorned in flaming hue
Firelight spinning from their toes
You can feel their warmth within your heart
Dancing wildly to and fro

Remember when that untamed music ends
To hold it ever close to you
Recall the flaming beauty in their almond eyes
See their dancing start anew
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · May 2010
Lost Breezes
The breezes of spirits long lost at sea
Aimlessly wander the shore
Whispering shadows of what they should be
Not sure where to blow anymore

Their voices are heard in the crashing
Of every wave I see
Held fast to the lightning flashing
So brilliantly over the sea

A lighthouse they seek out so restless
Lost souls in search of peace
Drifting hearts blowing on winds of distress
Waiting for their storm to cease

I feel them as if passing right through me
As the wind catches my hair
All their sad faces you'd be able to see
If only you were there
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Aug 2010
Do You Dream of Me?
Do you peacefully dream of me in my warm embrace
As I peacefully dream of you in yours
Are you walking with my tender hand in your own
Gazing into the eyes, you love to adore

Are your dreams filled with visions of a heaven
We created, soulfully, united as one
Do you joyfully dance with me to the music we make
Revered even by the radiant sun

My dreams are always filled with your striking visage
There I gaze into your eyes of crystal blue
While joyfully dancing with your strong hand in my own
My heart overflowing with love for you

Are your peaceful dreams filled with me, just the same
As you lie here asleep in my warm embrace
If we opened our eyes and left our peaceful world of dreams
Would I see the same look of love on your face?
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Jun 2010
Refine
Promises made beneath the moonlight amass in unison
To sing their entrancing song to the stars
Intoxicating lyrics so sweetly sung in harmony
Persuades the most radiant one to brightly beam from afar

Such alluring suggestions ring throughout each stanza
Compelling the brightest star to outshine
Each of its bright companions with its luminous light
As its own shining radiance, it refines

Reaching out into the heavens, the star beams with delight
Burning with all the essence it holds inside
Awaiting all the promises made beneath the moonlight
Anxiously hoping that its light does not subside
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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1.2k · Aug 2010
Your Gift (For Amber)
You paint a damaged world in beautiful vivid colors
In all the fine things you can see
As you, use optimism as your living paintbrush
Bringing impossible dreams to reality

Seen as oddly unconventional in your eccentric ways
You never seem to fit in with the crowd
So colorfully unpredictable, you are your own person
Your aura screams silently aloud

You hold an inner knowledge running in your veins
Anticipation of the needs of your brother
A wonderful gift you should never look upon in shame
As you inherited this treasure from your mother

Your tender heart is so bold and yet a trace naïve
Leaving your feelings easily bruised
As you, do not understand how some can be so cold
One day you will understand the truth

These bruises may leave you feeling vulnerable
A time to change it seems
Never forget who you are or your paintbrush
Keep on painting pretty dreams

Keep hold of your optimism and your sensitivity
As of this world, you will never be a part
Let no one else’s judgment, ever change who are
Your own person, with a knowing heart
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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