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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still, while I may long to call what we are,
miles away from love,
I find myself following
all the ways
I feel about you.
*Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

Sometimes we do best just to follow our hearts...........
I sit among the winds of human souls
where darkness dares not speak
of storms that rock deep anguish
until it becomes
a fire inside you.  
These winds are more complete
when they rest upon my tongue
and get lost inside a dance
crying “let me go”
without use
of a cold attitude.

No fear do I have
of the years gone by,
I barely knew
of their passing.  
It seems as if their value
has been exiled to a corner,
left there
to dream.
So I can sit among the winds
without a single care
crashing in and demanding
I have remorse
for holding back
the years
self-esteem.

Where there is sinister intent
and darkness clouds the sky,
there are moments
when the secrets of the wind
chase the substance
known as peace.
I feel the heat against my body
as I sit among the winds
accepting kisses
on my lips
from years gone by,
exiled............
begging for release.
Copyright @2012 - Neva Flores-Changefulstorm
I am looking at black ink waking up the words that cut through me
While praying, they form a message that sends relief
I want to scream out that this is my world I love so deeply
And that every page is the ground
Where my soul bleeds

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

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

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

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

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Often a joining of eyes can be seen
underneath the moonlight,
drowning all your words
like a wave
that has crashed
on love's own ground.  
Perception glances
off a fiery silence
until you ever so gently
slip outside of your skin,
surrender is found.

When you try and touch
that which you love,
sometimes empty wishes
are dropped on the coldest coast
until, you look around
see their sinking sand.
You dream of a home far away
find you are torn between the years,
with trembling fingertips
on your hands.

Can you remember the mystery
of the words “I love you”
when they are written
to someone who truly sees
how much you miss them?  
Or do you find you are waiting
as a child  
for something that comes only
when you sit alone
words pouring from your pen?

We were born on a day
when darkness got lost
while life opened up
spilled  the glory of grace
into our spirits,
cradling us in its arms.  
Here we discovered
truth lies on the ground
where clear-voiced flowers
sing the music of Mozart
inside an hourglass
safe from harm.

A joining of eyes can often be seen
underneath the moonlight,
two hearts that have traveled far
find a comforting silence
on love's own ground.
My eyes found yours
underneath the moonlight,
come into my arms
and find......
where surrender is found.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
I carry the sun in a song to a land, where lovers can never forget
How to slip in between existence through unlocked doors
If you would listen to the murmur of this tale
You would leap first to hear the words
And ask for more

Take my hand and swiftly run through the sky of a hundred spells
Listen to my voice softly define the land and sea
Come and follow me in between existence
And we will slip into those doors
No need of keys

We will roam far away to where the willing waits to hear a song
Upon the paths where love resounds quite forgotten
If they will listen to the murmur of this tale
They can slip in between existence
With abandon

We will carry the sun in a song to a land, so lovers never forget
How to slip in between existence and reality
Enter into doors with no need of keys
Resounding words of love
From land and sea
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Wherever the ocean whispers, you will see him one last time
Faintly smiling at the barest touch and asking why
Wishing that he could move on
And perhaps believe
There is no use in giving love
One more try

You will see him hide his sorrow, in the passion of a storm
Waiting for the softest hand that holds a sword
He would do anything for a chance
To kiss the very feet
That keeps his spirit in such unrest
And defeat

You can watch him row across the neverending ocean
With eyes which cannot see the likes of you
Your tender heart in your hand
Wishing he could move on and perhaps believe
There is reason to give love
One more chance

Wherever the ocean whispers, you will see him one last time
Faintly humming a melody he cannot forget
Wishing that he could move on
And perhaps believe
There is another who is singing
This same song
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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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.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Hypnotic air looks at my heart
while the world waits
to rebuild the pain of old wounds
by turning back and twisting words.
Still, I offer up heaven as I write
inside a web of remembrance
where a fire burns in the darkness
of everything I ever said
that was not heard.  

Overnight the feelings of innocence
tremble on my shoulders
but the night still asks me
where you are
when I look out the window.
I began to wonder
if I spelled out storm
inside my web
to create a field capable of keeping
this smile on my face
sweet.......
and oh so slow.  

One day I will walk to a place I know
where there are rooms
where I can escape from the world
waiting to rebuild my pain.
I will then write with naked eyes
words that tell shattered glass
to be silent
while hypnotic air
becomes a gateway
for my smile's refrain.
Copyright @20l2 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Last night you rocked me to sleep
while you held my heart.
You took your place,
looked upon my faded seas,
renewed my thirst for life.
Within all sounds sublime
and oh so sweet
your voice fills the eyes
of my night.
I am turned to take and take
each move of love
you lay
at my feet
never forgetting
a single line
in my hunger.

To hear you call me a creature
over-flowing
with soft sounds
makes me want to let them continue
gliding from my mouth
forevermore.
They tumble as ocean waves
of thought
from my heart and soul
becoming the stars of
heaven’s floor.
I heard the sweetest words in barely more than a whisper
Under the resplendent light of the glorious moon
From the lips of the one who set my heart ablaze in a glance
Then disappeared from my world way too soon

Now I find I search continuously to the ends of the Earth
For the lips that softly whispered my name
As the one who swiftly ignited my heart in a glance
So quickly left me all alone to tend the flame

I hold the whisper of his sweet words of love inside my soul
With a memory, that keeps the fire eternally bright
As I tend the flame with the vision of the eyes that I love
Held closely to my heart every night

Am I forever destined to tend the fire that burns in my soul
As I search for the lips that kindled the flame
Or will my searching eyes finally look once again into his
And hear him softly whisper my name
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I have been waiting for answers
From what will not speak
You have been blowing in the wind
While I whisper to the trees

I see that the fire in my eyes
Will never melt the ice in your soul
There will be no more tears on my pillow
As my whispering I let go

You have been blowing in the wind
While I whisper to the trees
As I wait for an answer
From trees that never speak

You will find me blowing in the wind
You can whisper to the trees
I hope they answer you
As they never did me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Come whisper to me, remarkable words
When evening cascades to a sigh
I want to still hear your voice
Echoing against my skin
After I kiss you
Goodnight

Encircle my world with the sound of your thunder
Listen to my pulse throb as it resounds
You can measure each beat
Matched with your own
In the way you make
My heart pound

Place your hands on the small of my back once more
Leave me with your calm and serene air
So that when I lie down alone
Closing these eyes
I can still feel
You there
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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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
I went searching for answers to all of the questions
I held inside the deepest part of my soul
The answers I found were simultaneously bright and dark
Such bittersweet wisdom my heart does now hold

I am now filled with a vivacious feeling of freedom
I have never known in my life before
Enlightened by the light of reason that I now can see
Opening up locked gates and closed doors

In the past I have attempted to fill every empty space
That I saw looking back in the mirror at me
Now I have found those empty places not to be lacking
As I have found all I ever wanted and need

The answers I have found are both bitter and sweet
They glow with an expounding truth
As I have found how to be happy with who I am
And accepted that I will never be like you
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I glimpse your eyes staring at the shadows in my soul
Seeking to calm the wildly rushing storm
Keeping my heart out of control
Unable to keep
The beat
Pulsating whole

I stare into eyes seeking to calm the storms
To make my heart their own
Leaving chambers once cold now warm
My heart begins to pulsate
To the beat
Of a song, it's always known

Buried longings softly rush, to be finally freed
From this heart out of control
Once a half now pulsates complete
Your eyes chase shadows
Calming storms,
My heart
Returns to whole
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Revised: 11/28/2011
Who shall dare to quietly weep for yonder tree
While the sea sheds tears of salt
Dream of lands where one can safely flee
Containing shades of promise
They can exalt

Who shall look to high hills for precious treasure
As contentment lies beneath
Defying all of heaven’s sweetest pleasure
With every breath
They breathe

Who shall be the one who will stir and wake
The sun to see his gold
Shining upon the mountains and crystal lakes
To watch a delicate mist
Softly unfold

Who shall stop and listen to the weeping
Dry the tears of our sea
Show us where contentment lies in keeping
Stir and wake the sun
For you and me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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What is this perfection that you require
For your unconditional love
This you say you have for me
And put nothing above

The last time that I inquired
And established the meaning of it true
Perfection should not be a requirement
To receive this love from you

If you love me as you say
In this unconditional way
Why do you withhold yourself from me
Every single day

I ask this of you now
Please help me to understand
If unconditional love has no conditions
Why do you withhold your hand?
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
I softly speak to you as I fill my glass
Full of reasons linked in time
With eyes the whole world knows
Contain a secret joy

Find myself pausing in midsentence
To raise up both my hands
So you can see the golden light
There trembling fair

Many years have flown in the eyes of time
The sweet ones I have caught
Look into my face and you will see
Their stories sing

I softly speak to you of my thoughts
Of how my dreams see bliss
I offer up my filled glass to you
Will you drink from my lips
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Win
Win
Onward over through it all
Take it back again
Join the ride and live it out
What you did just then

Who you are is where you went
And what it does to you
By and by you'll see it all
When all your days are through

Jump right in and take your pick
What's it going to be
Do you want to run the race
To see who you can beat

What you choose says it all
Everyone is in
It's the game that you play
When you play to win
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Once I wished to raise my gaze in fascination
At the thought of dreadful fear
Looked into the face of trying declarations
Bent backwards, ever groaning
With eyes, full of tears

One day I took note of all those birds in my skies
Freely flying high without a care
As I swiftly dried those tears from my eyes
My wings spread forth, taking flight
Along with dreadful fear

A new beginning I wished to rise up and see
Here flickering within my heart
I looked to the hand holding courage’s key
Stood up proud and true
Watching fear depart

Until I can see the bottom of the endless deep
I will not give way to failure
An easy life, I may not always bid to keep
But the daring wind on my wings
I will know in splendor
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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This self-imposed darkness I have put in place
Runs like wildly tumbling water in my veins
Expressing itself as I release in words from each pore
All of my self-imposed pain

This proud isolation that I hold myself captive within
Contains no flowers to brighten its view
Only my infatuation with this sentence I’ve imposed
On myself and these chains I wear too

In fleeting expressions of freedom to be found
I stare longingly at a windowless door
Then tremble in fear and confusion at the mere thought
Of even walking across the floor

My idealized image of how my life should be
Holds me captive here in my own war
I am the only one who can release me from this space
Untie myself and walk out my windowless door
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Standing by a shallow river, facing a haunted moon
We planted our feet firmly, into nothingness
While drinking dew from a sideways tune
To quench our thirstiness

We were born together, as the wings of a bird
To shake the sky and yet here we stand
Our feet firmly planted in nothing but words
A woman and a man

One short step and we could both fly these wings
Across this shallow river we stand by
Instead of drinking dew from this tune we sing
While the haunted moon sits and cries

There is a song of birds we hold inside us two
Born as part of these wings we share
Yet we cannot sing or fly in this nothingness dew
Falling sideways into our air

We were born together, as the wings of a bird
I wait for you to lead me to our sky
Unplant my feet from these nothingness words
From this shallow river, I wish to fly
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Write on a rolling stone all your fine threads of thought
Raining down from the new dew of morning
In time’s remaining colors wrought
For my eyes
Adoring

Nothing will I reply, from the silence of my soul
Yet I will dream to be the one who drinks
From the essence of your bowl
The honey of your wisdom
As you think

Your thoughts profoundly stir the hands of my mind
Whirling into the print upon a rolling stone
Each fine thread my eyes find
Stir time’s remaining colors
In distinctive tones

I hunger for the honey of your wisdom endlessly
Long to drink from your fine threads
Write on a rolling stone for me
The thoughts inside
Your head
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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I saw her standing there dressed to the teeth
Every shiny hair in place
Yet her eyes did not match the smile beneath
Pasted perfectly on her face

His shoes were worn and his cuffs were frayed
He could certainly use a haircut
However the smile he gave, my morning made
Changed my mind, so much

You know the Smith’s down the street from here
Their big home is so beautiful
A lovely place to live on the outside it appears
So why are their eyes so dull?

Ms. Jackson’s roof is leaking and falling in
I know you have seen her place
I wonder how she could be happy living within
Keep that glorious light on her face

Realization dawned on me, this I must confide
Outside appearances fooled me again
What is important is not what is on the outside
Only that which is carried within
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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In the blossoming winds of life
we are scattered
within forms of silent time
On all those nights where love
Is more than flesh
that holds our will
the foundation we build
Is yours and mine

Defeat is a precarious lantern who's light
Is bitterly bright and unfair
Yet nothing
can spring from rivers
that I call mine
that could ever make me
forsake you,
go there

Discontent
will never be mine to hold
I know that you understand
These words I carve
From my heart
Because my spirit is at
Your command

You are the morning
that quenches my thirst
My fragrance
after the rain
How could I ever forget you
when these sighs
you have left
here in my heart
remain?
Within the reach of my two arms, my world is exhilarating
The earth knows I understand, why it turns
Gone, are all mere fantasies, perhaps just as well
One kiss and I saw smoke, felt the fire burn

My thoughts went out searching for God’s desire for me
On the edges of eventually and pretty soon
Found a star that sang this song into all my views
Until all that remained inside of me was you

Let me show a thousand waves from a life of happiness
A kingdom looking back in wondrous bliss
I wish to sit awhile, not speak, and just watch the tide
Stray from a few words, awakening a kiss

A piece of life’s hair is let down listening to this song
Never reaching shadows that dance along
Yet, it enters the rooms within my sight and brings
You, into the reach of my two arms
Regardless of whether
Right or wrong
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Dark cascading whispers hide
within your serenity
from painful hours that have fallen
like leaves
in your sleep.  
If I could bury those hours
deep away from where you think
perhaps your heart would no longer suffer,
and your peace, you could keep.

Inside of a daydream or two
containing soothing moments,
I would love
to softly caress your hands
with the gladness in my heart.
I would send a smile to sit
inside the place that you call home
when your  eyes are open
and your visions
holding sharp.

I would dance upon your chest
with my naked soul,
if it would take away the painful hours
your mind continues
to be faithful to.  
Don't you know that life itself
has written your name
on everything known as me
and that I was born
to comfort you?
Copyright @2012 Neva Flores-Changefulstorm
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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You wait patiently in front of a wooden door
That never opens up for you
Too afraid to softly knock just once
Therefore, waiting is all you ever do

You wonder starry-eyed, what lies beyond
This wooden door in front of you
Yet still you stand without a single clue
As no answers you pursue

Years pass by in countless numbers
Staring at this wooden door
You are tempted often to knock just once
Each time, you stop yourself before

What thrilling treasures could lie beyond
You ask yourself, o’er and o’er
Perhaps you should knock and look inside
See what you wait here for

Behind this door could lay all the many answers
To life’s questions which you seek
All the how’s and what’s and why things are
Great secrets this door may keep
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Who you truly are is exposed by your words
So don't just say anything you think
Listen more than you speak
And before you speak, rethink

Unguarded speech often draw's rebuke
So think about what you say
Or you may find yourself making up an excuse
Or laying blame in another way

All your careless words can't fix another person
Instead they build up walls that you can't scale
Look inside and take your own inventory
And let cautiousness prevail
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Do you turn away from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
Never wondering if you could drown in your imagination
Without understanding all the poetry that dances in your heart
Warming words of choice, in your tongue of fascination

Do your hours exist in a sky familiar with moments such as these
Is there nowhere to look for heaven free of possession
Where words do not cry out to be contemplated by your pen
To become lovely music giving light to your obsession

Can one learn to be absent from this transparent house of glass  
And remove this flowing ink that runs within their veins
Still breathe without giving out a subtle handful of their soul
Each time a word calls out to be painted in a refrain

I cannot turn from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
My heaven is this possession in which I freely drown
You may not understand the poetry dancing in my heart
Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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I am a Wordsmith new at my trade
I learn as I go along each day
My direction is true as is my aim
My end is unknown but I know The Way

I have questions that to some may seem odd
And theories I have to explain
Beliefs so strong that I can't keep them inside
And yes, I write about pain

I feel the need to tell what I am of
And in what I do believe
To find others who feel the same
Is what I aim to achieve

I think about everything that I see and hear
I feel everything all around me
If I don't share all of this in someway
All of this thinking and feeling will drown me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Love lost in treasured slips of lace
The glow of crimson wine
Woven softly in love’s embrace
Forever to be entwined

Held fast in visions of your caress
Ribbons tied in silk and gold
Whispers felt of fingertips of bliss
In memory now I hold

In dreams of scarlet passion flies
Your kisses soft as dew
Rain down like mist upon my sighs
In all these thoughts of you
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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A shifting veil of shadows
filled my vision
as if requiring breath aimlessly.
I drew fire into my veins
as my suitor,
when I sought out release.

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

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

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

My soul gazed pleasures
state of mind,
took a deep breath of me.
Drawing fire into my veins
as my suitor,
I gave myself...shamelessly.
You quickly passed into the crystal wall of reflection
To marvel at inciting bits of temptation
Found yourself lost and intoxicated in false delusions
While your energy dissipated into frustration

You looked upon treasures just out of your reach
Sadly crying out in dissatisfaction
Continuously attempting to hold and pursue them
Thinking they held satisfaction

You lived in your imagination in a castle built with sand
Forgetting to lay a strong foundation
Upon a shore in a land full of tumultuous storms
Where it rains without cessation

So still you became as if you could no longer move
All your energy expended for naught
Soon, forgetting who you were and all that you stood for
Everything that you had been taught

You are not trapped inside the crystal wall of reflection
You are free to leave most any day
Stop living in your castle of crumbling sand
Because of wrong choices you made
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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If tomorrow never comes to us
and yesterday never did;
would today still be ours to have
hold and to live?

If we could look back in time
but our past we couldn't see;
would our days not exist as now
would we still be?

If the sun did not set today
but it rose again tomorrow,
could we forget about yesterday
and all of its sorrow?
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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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You
You
Seduced by words of philosophy
From your nimble mind
My heart hangs on to every word
That you teach to mine

Held captivated by your knowledge
Your passion and your charm
You had touched the very soul in me
Before you held me in your arms

The very fact that you’re a vision
For my eyes to see
Only makes me want you more
Forever yours I will be

You’ve seduced my mind
And captured every part of me
Forever you will find
You are in the heart of me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
When the world comes in to close
And I wish to flee
I need your arms to run to
To be wrapped in tenderly

When I feel that no one is listening
To anything I say
I need your ears to listen
And to hear you tell me it's okay

When I feel lost
And overwhelmed
And I'm not sure which way to turn
You are the rock that I lean on
And the strength
From which I learn
Neva Flores *Copyright @2010
You saw the truth in my eyes today
You felt it reflected in all that you are
The truth was not as you thought it would be
From your thoughts it was so far

I found myself falling and reaching out
To something I thought wasn't there
To stop my fall from breaking me
And leaving me with only open air

Hitting the ground I thought would break
Everything that I am in two
Yet I have fallen and not hit the ground
Because your love for me is true

Your love it caught me in its net
And made me see the truth
You are there reaching out
And I have not been trusting you
Copyright * Neva Flores @2010
I stopped for a moment and looked into your eyes
My heart stopped, completely
As I realized
You love me, you love me
You do

All of this time, I have been searching, searching
But where?
I stopped for a moment and looked in your eyes
All that I needed
Was there

My heart  was stopped completely, by only one glance
My search, had ended right there
When I saw the love  in the light of your stare
My search, found its last dance

I  only stopped for a moment, to look in your eyes
When my heart stopped, completely
As I realized
You love me,  you love me
You do
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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You come to me with your heart
In your outstretched hands.
I don’t know you
Nor do you know me.

How can you trust someone
With such a precious part of you
So fast.

Don’t you know how important it is
To guard your heart

What makes you think
  That I will not take it from you
And break it right in two

Do you honestly think
You can just look into my eyes
And trust me

How many times
Do we have to be hurt
Before we stop trusting like this  

Will we ever learn.
I think that some of us
Never will
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
You in yourself,
treasure your secrets
inside a trance,
as your greatest work of art.
You lay them down  
as your reality
among the colorful leaves
then let them lie….
to your heart.

I simply wait
as your diamond
for you to turn the pages
of my body
while you sing.
I’m left dreaming of your smile
within a roaring tide
believing your time….
is everything.
Copyright @2014 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
I truly thought
I had found myself
in a wondrous place
where you could truly see me,
and that all my words
were forever immortalized.
Held close.......
inside of your everything,
soft......as a breeze.

I laughed as you stared
into my eyes, asking my name.
With my heart in your hands
and the moonlight
at your beck and call.
Then......watching you walk away,
I smiled.......
even though I realized
you never knew me
at all.
Copyright 2012 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Soft folds of velvet memories caress you
In all your vivid dreams
Of a world you wish to travel through
Upon the night’s moonbeams

An effervescent glow of a distant star
Whispers to your soul
As your inner spirit dances from afar
With the strength of old

A melody of a galaxy the eye cannot see
Sweetly plays a song anew
Your heart dances young and free
Recapturing your youth

You wish to always sleep and never wake
Your dream to stay within
But morning breaks and it’s too late
You’re awake again

But what a glorious sunrise there to see
A new day to dance into
Your heart is still young and free
Right there inside of you
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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In the warmth of my emotions
written words are weighed
for someone new.  
They listen for something more
than this poet ever found
in that intricate box of you.

Nothing keeps me from smiling
at a single breath
of that which I love more.
When I feel those morning winds
brush across my words
of unknown shores.

I’m a moment
carrying a brilliant idea
with a voice soft as petals falling.
Listen to my poetry come alive inside
the empty space
of your heart’s calling.

Your eyes sing the words
I wrote for you
each time a tear rolls down your face.  
Your poet sifted the sands of time,
written words
have been erased.
Copyright @2015 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
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
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Sighs of great bliss emanate from all of my senses
At the very sight of your hands
Sweet murmurs of memories evoked in a passion
Mesmerizing in haunting command

I am quieted of motion, stopped in existent time
Thrilled to my core of being
With memories of spaces and faraway places
Your hands take my spirit a fleeing

Strength emits from the coursing of lifeblood
Pulsing within your clasp
Holding my heart in suspended anticipation
Inviting the fire of your grasp

My attention is gravitated by the fire in your eyes
A flame, perhaps I could withstand
If not for the murmurs of sweet memories evoked
When my eyes are caressing your hands
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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You softly whisper to yourself, love’s music ends right here
As you put away your tender heart’s violin
So utterly sincere in your resignation to quietly exist
To never play your heart’s violin again

You hear the sweetest music played around you every day
With no desire to join in with your own sound
So quietly existing in this world of your resignation
Such a sense of peace, you have found

Then one day when you awaken, the worlds a bit too still
You sit and wistfully stare at your heart’s violin
Think about your resignation and the peace you found within
And ever so quickly, you turn away again

The world keeps on a moving, not only quiet but so dark
No longer do you hear any music played
Makes you begin to wonder if this peace you’ve found within
Is also, what made the music fade

The solitude and peace found in this bittersweet release
Has now become your heart’s only friend
You resign to the fact that your violin you must play
If you want to hear the music once again
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
I know and treasure the love you hold for me
And my heart beats back to yours
How thrilling to peruse the pages of ecstasy
That your heart writes
And mine adores

I read living lines that pierce my waking heart
Upon each lovely page I see
Each word justly claims myself to be a part
Of you
As you are, of me

Because I know you love me unquestionably
And my heart beats back to yours
I continue reading these lines with glee
That your heart writes
And mine adores

Such powerful writing a heart can display
When a heart beats back in return
How thrilling to peruse these pages each day
Watch love growing
As they turn
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
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