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Sheer energy flows within every drop of my lifeblood
Absorbed into my waking essence
Meshed with an intense passion to survive the floods
Crashing against all my defenses

I am washed in an incandescent rush of strength
Empowered by incantations
True survival is my goal in countless lengths
Overcoming all heated altercations

Abundant vitality brushes each fiber of my lion’s share
Continuing always, despite ill reasons
Zealously springing forth anew from danger’s air
Regardless of unusual seasons

I run with high-spirited air underneath my feet
Accomplishing all that I choose
Yet still holding a spirit within my chest so sweet
With feelings which can still be bruised
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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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You can see a fiery stream of delayed concern
Scattered carelessly in the emotion
In the exaggerated encircling of compassion
Shown as false proof in bits of devotion

Spontaneous flickers of suspended movements
Oblivious to thought or care
Briefly promise to abolish the damage imparted
Yet never quite honor anything there

You question the sequence of disgraceful events
With a pleading silent look in your eyes
To find yourself under siege by the fiery stream
As your honesty discloses their lies

Create a severing of ties with the fiery stream
By the slightest move of your hand
Shunning the counterfeit display of compassion
Placing your protective shield in command
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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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
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
The winds of change are blowing in
The storm has passed away
There's nothing falling from my skies
I've only sunny days

The storm that raged has passed
To never rage again
See me smiling as it passes by
And my joy begins

Now the sun is shining in my sky
The rains no longer pour
See me smiling with my eyes
As it's gone forevermore
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
My mistakes walk all over shore lines known as me
Touching on my foolish memories
I long to smile and depart into the sun I see
If only these mistakes
Would let me be

My skies sing counsel into my pulse each day
As I walk in silence to be content
Yet out of the dust my mistakes still stray
Calling out to my heart
In admonishment

Long years from the home where I love to be
Appear now in a haze of smoke
Choking out the vibrance contained in me
As I hide my heart beneath
This silken cloak

What joy could be my own I hear in my skies
Such treasures are upon my shelf
If I would only lift up mine own eyes
My shore would lead me home
As I forgive myself
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Eradicate these feelings
Running deep inside of me
Please take them from my heart
As they won't let me be

Return to what was here at first
The way it was before
As what this has become
I cannot ignore

If nothing can be changed
And this is how it is
Then show me what to do
Show me how to live

Please strengthen my resolve
Tear my fears apart
Take all this weakness that I feel
And remove it from my heart
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Rest my soul in your tender hands
Take my grief from me
Soothe my heart and make it sing
Of your love for me

Touch my heart with your abundant love
Take away my many scars
Shine forgiveness in my soul
From me never part

Hold me to your wounded side
Walk with me forever
Teach me how to live my life
My heart from yours not severed

A light I’ll be all my days
The voice you’ve given me I’ll bring
Proudly I will bring it forth
Forever I will sing
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Resting on a fallen tree looking up into a shaded sky
At orange and yellow spectacles aglow
I faintly hear the ancient forest breathing in a sigh
Drifting to my wonder here below

A glistening dewdrop shudders in a crystal mesh
High above from a speckled leaf
Aching to just let go and begin its life afresh
Grasping for a taste of relief

I hear a lively rustling in a nest way above me
Joyful chattering of a tiny squirrel
If he knew, I was here now, listening to his glee
Such a hush would fall upon his world

A song of jubilation rings through changing leaves
Planning a journey to warmer climes
Singing winter is a showing, cold wind we will receive
Gather round all my family, it is time

Countless hours I have rested on this fallen tree
Looking up into a shaded sky
I too can feel a cooler breeze setting winter free
Along with the ancient forest I now sigh
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Sometimes I cannot keep part of me
from asking the stars
where comfort can be found
without weaving the desperation
I feel under my skin
into a rope
that wraps around my tears of sadness.
I am left watching hours
take in the days
and never quite understanding how laughter
can tell someone to call out to the sky
then break and run
on the legs
of sheer madness.

My skies shouldn't tell me to get lost
inside of all I know
when I long to create an ocean of language
we both can plainly speak
without ever feeling any pressure.  
When tomorrow rings in the beginning
of what lies under all that I know to be
held in a distant place,
draped in shimmering hope ,
shall I watch you
write your name on my skin
while I cry out in pleasure?

I never asked for you to bring me a garden full of lies
where one has to work
in the shadows of forgetfulness
inside of a life with a smile that fades
as I regain my sanity.
The truth can be grown in silence
then burn brightly
as part of nothing and still lie beyond
that which soothes our hands
when they tremble
because we can smell the crow
we have to eat so humbly.

Listen to the lines you missed
when you stepped
into the shoes of a man
who no longer relied
on all of his senses
when you began your journey of echoes
where stars once danced.
Do you remember empty promises
as they run through the days
silent..........
even though you sing?  
Take a chance and lose your mind
when you find there is no way out,
as you rush to remind your tears,
of how they sting.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Peacefulness and tranquility
Nothing can compare to the joy they bring
Such a lovely stillness
Makes this heart of mine sing

I am best in this state
Oh the things, I can create
With peacefulness and tranquility
As my mate

Just a bit of Silence
That is all I need
To rejuvenate my Soul
And my Spirit feed
Copyright *Neva Flores @2009
You have a manner of speaking, without saying a word
Your silence is heavenly divine
My heart hears the message you send in your silence
As I know, your heart can hear mine

I am kissed in the morning by the words you never speak
I hear each of them in the back of my mind
Softly held in my sleep by your message revealed
Completely safe in the unspoken words I define

A lasting impression, inspired by the bliss so contained
In the loving words which you never speak
Yet sweetly heard by the soul they kiss in its sleep
An exquisite rest of contented peace

Safe in the arms of your unspoken words I define
Known to my heart to be true
I peacefully sleep and I wake in your silent state
Completed by the silence I hear from you
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Moments full of thoughts
live inside
the spiderwebs running through my mind
they are colder than the brick
of my will.  
Like the gates of a carnival
never tell the answer
to their riddles
so my thoughts
walk.........
with no favor of you still.

Vast lengths of my attention
have been ringing through time
and unraveling
into problems with every second
passing by.
Yet,
the silence
I write across these pages
says more about how I feel
than you know
or care........
to recognize.
.
.
.
.
Copyright *Neva Flores - Changefulstorm 2012
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.
Copyright @2014- Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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You are the silent rain I feel sighing in my sleep
In silence I trust this land of ease
This song you play for me quiet though it be
Is held dear in all its beauty
In perfect peace

I remember winds with kindness like pretty pictures
Yet I recall the hour they pulled me close
They left me with such sorrow that I can tell you
When I am lonely is when I remember
Them the most

You sit beside me and I behold beauty as I sleep
Protected always in your silent rain
This song you play for me quiet though it be
Has returned my trust in love
My peace regained

When my air is silent you are the veil of pleasure
That wraps song around my soul
And though quiet may be the sweetest
Silent sound my land of ease
Has ever known
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Have you ever heard the silence of a tear
On an ocean’s restless wave
Or seen a soul steadily face his fears
To walk on roads unpaved

Did you ever feel the haze of someone’s pain
Inside your own heart too
Walked their path of dark and rain
Held it all inside of you

Could you ever dream another’s dream
Until that dream came true
Closed your eyes until it seemed
That dream belonged to you

If you can see, feel and know this fear
Hold inside all this and more
Then you can dream a silent tear
To rest on the ocean floor
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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A cocoon of silk wraps the final breath of day
When feelings stir fantastically
Touching my dreams in mighty ways
Then softly clothing me

Deep flutters celebrate within the trees
Believing, blessings will abound
Wishing they could only feel like me
In this silken wrap, I have found

My spirit calls unto wings I once sealed away
In walls filled with ancient granite dust
When I myself, did betray
To walk upon this earthen crust

How close I view those clouds from here
Where I once flew so free
Above these trees that deeply flutter near
And this world that now holds me

The final breath of night will soon arrive
My cocoon of silk will float away
Shall I return to where I once derived
Or myself again betray
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Long silver tresses grace her lovely sleeping face
There peaceful on the silken moss
Dreaming of rainbow skies and flitting butterflies
In a dewdrops shimmering gloss

She is off flying low with portly bumblebees
Collecting nectar sweet
From sunny flowers smiling up at the sun
Glowing honey is the feast

Noontime tea is spent with Black Widow Spider
Reminiscing in her spinning weave
Of days gone by when Old Moon would rise
Waving as New Sun would leave

She dreams on and on in such peaceful glee
Playing leapfrog with Mr. Toad
Scaling purple mushroom trees with a single bound
Landing on her perfect tiny toes

Oh, let us do not wake her from her dreamland
Do not touch her silver hair
Perhaps if we lie down and close our eyes
We can all join her there
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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The statuesque stones were once placed in a circle so grand
Safely surrounding the secrets hidden within
Perchance as protection from the distribution of inequity
That raged from the inner recesses of man

An infinite hedge of fortification so majestic in its defense
Still stands proudly holding all the secrets within
Perhaps of the cycles of life or passing of time
Heatedly debated for ages by man

So many have come to observe this mystical circle
To meditate upon its original plan
Oblivious to the fact that what could be so simple
Can often be perplexing to man

These statuesque stones still bravely defend the secrets
While the mystified onlookers stare
Believing if the reason were simple for their existence
It would be such a sad and distressing affair
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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If it is not the flame of Time’s passion stirring
By what other name can it be called
When roses suddenly bring
Winter’s coldest days
To thaw

Sad eyes give but half a kiss imprisoned
In a cold embraceless Spring
No flowers in the sun
Do Winter roses
Bring

Does Old Nature smile while sweetly singing
With no need to look with any doubt
At the roses Summer’s bringing
Knowing
They are devout
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I listened to the hush that immersed the day
And could not stand the stillness
I felt the deepest hunger in my soul to try to see
What I could do to fill this

This silence worried me and yet I did not know
Exactly what it was I hungered for
I only knew that this discontentment that I felt
Was something I absolutely abhorred

Tears shimmered in my soul at this frustration felt
In this emptiness in which I did abide
While this hunger continued gnawing in my soul
My whole being began to cry

With sudden jubilation, I realized exactly what I needed
To end this emptiness that I felt inside
And as I lifted up my voice in song and sang aloud
My hungering soul no longer cried
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I am willing to sink into the sound
of night’s changing secrets
where the world sees my breath
wipe away the tears mirroring its pain.
Smiles are caught on fire,
wooed by this poet,
but do not reflect the same.

Instead of playing under trees,
I allow everything to be swept away
by the winds
on the soft petals of a voice.
A voice that empties all its brilliance
into our sleep
comes to see our smiles rejoice.

Life is exhibited in dirt
from the bottom of my shoe
yet never utters a word.
Still, I will never wave goodbye
to thoughts that turn.
Does anyone ever really understand
the smiles a poet burns?

I welcome hands that hush the existence
of whispered memories
lighting candles dwelling in our minds.
If you knew what was on the line,
would you be willing to sink
into night’s sound
in kind?
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
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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With the rhythm of my spinning melody
A scene is richly spread
The music welcomes and hails me
From innocent eyes
Unread

Love approaches my coast carrying sunshine
My feet follow in command
It’s voice I hear within my mind
My fate’s only wish
Is at hand

I am but only what I think when I have parted
From my coast of love’s sunshine
Shall every eye not look half-hearted
At innocent eyes whose blush
Is now defined

The rhythm renews within each spinning scene
My music hails the richest spread
‘Tis the voice I heard when I was sixteen
With innocent eyes
Unread
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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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.
Copyright @2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
You once again wore the skies of windy youth
Held in the temple by our roaring sea
Holding on to a call of truth
For the gifts you gave
To me

From a corner of dear evening’s quiet beauty
I came to you in devoted honor
You turned your garments here to me
Again the skies of youth
Were your admirer

Expressions were pounding, no time to think
Sunlight would soon be gleaming
If this was a dream, I refused to blink
I wished to stay here
In my dreaming

Who would be so cruel as to wake me now
As I adore the skies, you wear
Let the sun shine upon another  brow
For now we climb
The stairs
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I shall bound triumphantly into a time to come
Drink of waters no other has ever tasted
A serene and silent seer
I shall then become
Into the aching hearts of men
With visions still unread

Brilliant stars will bloom, which once were faded
Sleeping souls retracing steps
Of a time before their skies were jaded
By those errors made in judgment
Stealing lives
Into a dark misstep

I shall then lie outside myself
And watch to see
Those aching hearts drinking waters I have tasted
A serene and silent seer I will remain and be
While sleeping souls regain the light
They thought once wasted
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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A cool breeze lulled the trees to sleep
The wise old owl did cry
All the forest creatures looked at him
Shook their heads and sighed

Their eyes are closed, can’t you see, he said
Not a single one has moved
They all smiled back in response
As if they all approved

A complete rush of stillness fell upon the air
Like one had never felt before
Nothing moved at all or stirred about
Upon the forest floor

The wise old owl sat completely stunned in wonder
Colossal eyes, searching all around
Thinking perhaps the trees were not the only ones
Who were sleeping sound

Suddenly the earth began to move and tremble
Shaking everything within his sight
All was stirring in the quiet forest
Trembling now in fright

The wise old owl no longer felt the breeze
Which lulled the trees to sleep
Now afraid to even move one inch
His stillness he did keep

Such awful terror filled his tiny heart
Off racing went his mind
Wondering if the trees were now awake
Angry and unkind
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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When my gentle wings slowly rise, sunset will take the day
Then I will bring you a silver moon to take my place
Do not shed a single tear while I am away
I will be back when the sun again does grace

Our hours will be spent in meadows, kissing crystal springs  
Weaving airy thoughts as they drift into our minds
My wings will rise when sunset night does bring
Leaving a silver moon for you to find

When I return we will sail on a ship of our heart’s desire
Wearing necklaces made of crystal dew
My wings will always rise when our day loses fire
But that silver moon, I will leave for you

Close your eyes and dream of me, when I fly away
Rest peacefully underneath my silver moon
Knowing that tomorrow I will return again to play
Sleep my little friend, I will be back soon
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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This too shall pass they said.
I did not believe a word.
The rain continued to fall on me
all direction, seemed to be blurred.

Each and every day was a fight
Just to have the get up and go.
The will to continue to battle at all
If I still had, I just didn't know.

Then something so profound
was shared with me,
and oh, how it opened my eyes.
A friend told me I would find my smile again,
I found my friend to be wise.

I did find my smile again
direction once again became clear.
I found the strength to battle right on
And the will to release all my fears.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
The softest light of the moon melts into our hearts
Bending them into remembered meaning
Softly calling us back, so we can stand apart
Passing into our spirits’ open doors
The essence of its being

We hold this light, clasped within our hearts embrace
In an everlasting picture we can recall
When the sun begins its journey upon our face
The softest light of the moon
Our soul enthralls

When we walk within our day on a troubling course
The softest light of the moon remains
Quietly calling our spirits back to reinforce
An endless light into our view
We can easily obtain

Should we happen to find that it’s dark overhead
The light of the moon has disappeared
If we will quietly look into our hearts instead
Our souls will find the softest light
Is still right there
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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What exactly brings you to this state
A state of no return
Running forwards backwards
While I watch you burn

Misconstrued conceptions run rampant
In this that you believe
You've reached your destination
See me smiling as you leave

Perhaps you perceive some weakness
In this softness that you feel
Bend and try and break it
See its will of steel
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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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Outside the storm is raging
There is solace here
Strong the winds are waging
But you are safe with me my Dear

I will hold you close to me
And wipe away your tears
Your heart is ever safe with me
Draw closer to me Dear

You need not ever
Be afraid to just be yourself
I will place no judgment here
I'm no saint myself

Come and stand beside me
And hold your head up high
I'll shield you from the winds and rain
And never say goodbye
Copyright *Neva Flores @2009
A peace I find when I'm alone
And no one else is near
Renews my soul,  clears my mind
And chases away my fears

I am free to explore my world
Find out what makes it turn
I come here to this quiet place
And find so much to learn

I find myself when I am here
What is hidden in my heart
I once again find the strength
I need to stand alone
My Solitude and I
Will never part.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2009
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I know that some eyes seek beautiful shadows to follow
What suffering highlighted by moonlight can do
How the stain of the world fills spaces in our hearts
Until we no longer notice we cannot feel the fire
Of what is right and true

I know how whispers of our past can take our earthly peace
Until we become tossed like disheveled leaves
How it feels to speak and think no one is listening
The terrifying feat of trying to be strong
When I want to grieve

I know those dark nights of looking down empty hallways
When I am afraid to breathe or close my eyes
As if a spell has been cast on my life in subtle shades
With a power that I cannot wish away
No matter how I sigh

However, I also know how we wait to make a single move
Day to day how we sit still and just abide
Pushing away all hands of comfort while asking
Why all the stars have been removed
From our skies
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Sometimes, life feels like a rainbow, flowing in beautiful colors
Thoughts and ideas flow from me like a river washing clear to my soul

I find great joy and beauty in everything I see and hear and life is so good

Other times, life feels like a massive gray cloud, pressing down on my heart
Squeezing the very life from me and obscuring my vision of all beauty

I despise these days and fight with everything within me to escape this gray cloud

Words of love and tales of fantasy are my escape, disappearing into a world of my own creation

Eventually that old gray cloud lifts and my rainbow comes back along with my cleansing river.  

Life is good again and I can smile inside.

I suppose what I describe is the life of every poet or possibly just life period
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I have a garden full of time as a beautiful display when twilight goes to sleep and my true self finds balance. Here I find the brightest side of myself and fear cannot tear me down with its dark silence.

I can see a crescent moon connected to my life story as an illusion within a reality where I can feel the roaming of my soul.  And my  head never bends low when I seek the solution to finally be whole.

Yes, sometimes I need a bit more space where no other presence walks upon my solitude, where my mind can rest. This is the place where I can pick up my pen and let my heart bleed how I am blessed.
Copyright @2019 - Neva Smith Varga
I am an Alkonost, my voice moves you in a trance.
Your mind becomes a clouded sky
when you hear my voice singing
through your confidence.

I can see the state of your soul
as I look into your eyes,
watching you bow to the sun
while dreaming of my song,
of love pursued by sighs.

You see a lovely woman
with lips pressed against each second
lying before you,
not my feathers completing a circle
emptying into all you view.

My voice scratches at the window
of your day
and watches you fall
into my existence.
I sing into your fantasies
always in motion
with no resistance.

You sail the high seas,
upon whose waves
you should never turn your back.
I am the mother
who leaves her young there,
you best be careful
when they hatch.

I am an Alkonost,
my song moves you to remember
nothing but me.
Tonight,
my young call to be born,
oh sailor,
do not sail upon
these troubled seas.
The Alkonost is, according to Russian folklore, a creature with the body of a bird but the head of a beautiful woman. It makes sounds that are amazingly beautiful, and those who hear these sounds forget everything they know and want nothing more ever again,[1] rather like the sirens of Greek myth. The alkonost lays her eggs on a beach and then rolls them into the sea. When the alkonost's eggs hatch, a thunderstorm sets in and the sea becomes so rough that it is untravelable. The name of the alkonost came from a Greek demigoddess whose name was Alcyone. In Greek mythology, Alcyone was transformed by the gods into a kingfisher.[2]
Sit awhile she said and I will tell you true
I will look into my crystal ball
And tell you what the future
Has in store for you

I looked deep into her fiery eyes of blue
And saw her grinning back at me
I stared her down until she looked away
As my eyes they told her true

She knew that she had naught to tell
To the one whose eyes she couldn't hold
As she saw who held the heart inside
Was the only one the future told
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Soft shall be the calling of flowering trees that speak in rain
So it is now as I watch by the side of the way
Listening to the softest drops attain
A hush of silence as they fade

These flowers alone carry a mysterious splendor
Passing surprise into what I know
Pouring their calling out to hearts in wonder
Breathing new life as they go

In my heart of hearts, I hold a love to hear this call
Softly speaking with truth so sweet
Pouring out, as each drop falls
From flowering trees
In crystal sheets

Soft shall be my reply to flowering trees that speak in rain
As I brush my cheek against their splendor
I will always want their drops of calling to remain
As I watch by the side of the way
In silent wonder
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Deep within the ways I love you
lies a valley,
where my wandering footsteps
find no boundaries.

Hands held in hands
Drift amongst the pearls
Silent in emotion
I know you are mine

You are not my world,
Am I yours?
Speechless be our hearts
same sun, different moons.

The air we breathe
Tasting of honeysuckle
Embedded on a memory
On a lifetime of love

"A collaboration by Neva Flores and Aidz Giannini"
Empty hollow lines of many different lengths
Are loosely meshed upon the floor
Filled with bits of time forgotten
Yet never swept outside the open doors

Tiny pieces of fragile moments lie
Untouched and yet special and so rare
Forever to be quietly hidden
From never ending stares

Stares that hollow out the grain
Of wood unfinished but still not new
That burn and turn into a ring
Creating what is true

Round and round in circles cleanly cut
The victim of the spin
Hides and swirls in sight unseen
Spinning in the wind
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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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.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Come twist my weave with your spinning wheel
Bend my twine into your making
Hold closely to your heart, that which you feel
When you take on
This undertaking

Spin my beautiful colors into a yarn of your choice
With your lovely spindle
I watch you spinning round, listening to your voice
As I become
Elegantly detailed

Remember, as you twist my weave, to always
Keep one hand free
One to hold your distaff far away
The other, to spin your love
Into me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I thought I had told you, I have never
loved someone like this,
or felt the touch of a spirit
like a thousand winds
wrap around my moments in this way.

Look me in the eye and taste the passion
of this wine that pours from my heart.
You will then know the chemistry
that makes up the rhythm of truth
in these words I speak to you.

Listen to how much easier the rain falls
because we hear calmer waters
when we sail on the river
of our sweetest emotions.    

I thought you knew how I dream
of drawing the curtains of love’s intoxication
across our windows
and calling off our search for different skies.
I was sure you understood
how my fingertips trace one hundred places
on your face that I love more each time
I seek them out with my eyes.  

I thought I had told you,
I have never loved someone like this,
but perhaps I merely spoke these words in my mind.
So I tell you now, I speak them aloud,
to let there be no questions
running in the meadow of everything we feel.
I have never loved anyone
as I love you.  

Take my hand
and let’s draw the curtains
of love’s intoxication across our windows.
  Let us shut out the world
and sail on the river of our sweetest emotions.
I will trace those places on your face
that I adore with all I am.
Come wrap me in your spirit
of a thousand winds.
Shadows pool around you as if a part of your soul
They wrap around your body and hold fast
Falling to your knees, you cry out in confusion
“Please, don’t let these shadows last”

Thin streams of light shine through the darkness
A savior, your rescue, a friend?
You reach out to touch them, pull them to you
However, they quickly slip right out of your hands

You kneel shivering in the icy cold the pools have delivered
Still reaching for the thin streams of light
While fighting your way to find relief from the darkness
That has taken the breath from your life

A strong gust of wind suddenly blows from your spirit
Quickly chasing the dark shadows away
As you stand up in full armor, triumphantly free
Of the shadows that darkened your day
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I see you shining there a translucent water drop
Suspended in animation
From the garden where I lay
I watch your silver glow, in total fascination
Moving to and fro
As within my heart, you play

I hear your tinkling laughter, rise above the trees
Softly lilting in my mind
Find myself within a soulful breeze
Your joyous laughter brings
As your joy and mine
Are combined

A quiet calm is set in motion, as you begin to fall
Enchantment ending in a silver splash
Yet, such joy you have brought into this thrall
Into the garden where I lay
Even though you fell
In a flash

Now I see you shining there upon my yearning soil
Suspended in animation
In the garden where I toil
I watch your silver glow, in total fascination
Moving to and fro
Quenching thirst, in adoration
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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New colors embrace the memory of life’s soil
while looking at promises
that rush through our veins.
A tune is heard from our hearts'
circling places in time
where our eyes become the surface
of our souls,
greeting what we see floating
on the winds
of change.

Clearly visible as separate bodies
held on a spun web
of gypsy invitation,
why then do we only remember
the perfect peace
of how our minds meet.  
You touch each breath I draw in
as if hunting down my despair
until it becomes as smoke
with leaving feet.

Before the stars were chiseled into an age
that held us captive,
sleep was where the light of the moon
played innocently.  
Father Fate swirls, renames himself
with each breath I take,
keeping time for the promises
of true love
that still sing out
to you and me.
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