A calming silence can hold its own beauty as a guide
When nothing at all, seems quite right
With barely a look at those storms outside
Turning quickly into dust
In your sight

Winds may blow within your hair, startling your spirit
Until calming silence’s beauty you behold
Sprinkling you with a peace defined and delicate
Streaming wisps of serenity
Into your soul

Quite a message a calming silence brings to me
When nothing seems quite right
I barely look at those storms, you see
With all this peace streaming
Into my sight

Such beauty is found in the serenity of silence
Regardless of the winds that blow
My spirit is calmed in a definite balance
When silence streams into
My soul

A captured breath among the ancient trees
Glowing in a perfect dream
From time and tide drifting upon your sea
In the dustless shadow
Of faint moonbeams

A fresh-bloomed rose, smiles at morning dew
Its thorns have yet to *****
The hands of time, which fairly flew
Sweetness unripe
To pick

Time and tide drifts upon the ancient seas
Rolling in a perfect dream
Capturing breaths from unplanted seeds
Before becoming
As they seem

The fresh-bloomed rose a thorn reveals
Within the perfect dream
Yet time and tide drifts into quickly heal
A captured breath
Is now redeemed

I am embroidered in a sunrise with immortality
Shining bright in hours left unchained
You are my caress of reality
Here we stand
And remain

My name is written in a ruby flame of wandering
Reflected in the fire of my green eyes
You are known as my destiny
Blue-eyed lover
Of mine

You come to me in streaks of sparkling ecstasy
In a essence brave and unrestrained
Exhilaration standing next to me
My ebb and flow
You sustain

If I could catch the moon for you
Would you love me more
Would your heart be mine forever
And would I be the one you adore

If I placed it in your hands
Would it be enough for you
Or would you ask me
To bring you the world too

Chains quiver under the tongue of flames then lie dead to you
So how can they still sing to me until I cannot forget?
That the grip of time will never end
And even if I go away my lips will smile
With blinded eyes

A shell of seclusion asks at last if I miss those possibilities
Of your constant sifting through my soul and mind
Until hope is no longer a dream
And your flames breathe upon the petals
Chained in ecstasy

The gifts I wish away are still mine to have and know
Held by a single hand with no magical wand
Yet I seem to view the dawn
As a strange rain that brings me gloom
Chained to here and gone

If chains quiver under the tongue of flames then lie dead to you
What is this voice I carry inside my heart to remain?
When all it seems merely waits for me
To release my tears and sweetly smile again
Blinded to the chains

I remember how it used to be
How could I forget
My world was cold and I was too
Before my world you lit

Each day it passed me by
I didn't feel a thing
Thinking all was well and so was I
I'd forgotten how to sing

I walked alone on life's path
And I had no desire
To share my world with anyone
Or kindle any fire

My sun was hid behind the clouds
But I thought that I could see
Then along you came and showed me how
Bright my world can be

When first lightning struck proclaiming this Changefulstorm  
Silver waves delighted turns as fickle as the wind
Streaming sunbeams refused to conform
As I watched torrential rains
Twist and bend

No fear wailed within my breast as black clouds rolled in
I eagerly waited to be swept into this joy
While knowing  that all I held within
Embraced my storm’s failed
Attempts to be coy

A raging hurricane, she is not, yet how her winds do blow
See her smiling through the pouring rain
Sunbeams shine as lightning flows
The best of both worlds
Unrestrained

First lightning struck on the brightest and darkest day
Each became at once separately the same
A better self appeared to me too say
Changefulstorm shall be
Your name

There is no time, in my eyes,
spent with you
that contain shadows,
warranting hopelessness or a magic potion.
Our sweet water is never lost
in what lays within
the music
streaming from our hands.  

As if in a circle of satisfaction,
we talk in retrospect,
seeking comforting remnants
of what we brought to each others arms.
Measured spaces sit upright
on the shores of who we are,
yet still,
we are the same.

The whispering cries of love and hope
slowly pace
outside our doors.
We smile at memories
ascending to meet them
in the truest beauty.
What more
could we ask for?

Music to our ears so sweet,
is time slipping
where it’s supposed to.
Why would we run and ask for more
knowing one day again
we will be
face to face?

Some try to convince themselves,
this is the rarest of sensations
as they walk along the edges of a place
where their name is whispered by a spring
that flows love to all.
Still, we wonder
if it takes a truly perfect heart
beating softly
inside of a self-built cocoon
to be inspired,
hear the call.  

Does nightfall build the pressure felt
of those who fall
until they lower their expectations
find they are climbing mountains
hoping to catch
the silvery moon?
Is it not obvious that these hearts
will travel fearlessly
always bowing their heads
and closing their eyes,
in hope true love
will blossom soon.

I wonder if they have folded their hearts'
around an ache
no one is able to see.
Or if this is only the beginning
of recognizing myself
in their mirror.  
This rare sensation I feel
walking along the same edge
is merely erasing each step
fearlessly taken.
The silvery moon
has not....
grown any nearer.

Words aplenty I always have
To express the way I feel
Yet looking in your eyes right now
Word's can’t even begin to tell

I feel no hate towards anyone
Though perhaps I should for you
But I know any hate I hold inside of me
Would destroy me too

I am saddened by the reasons
I now look at you
For you and myself but most of all
For our families too

My heart cries for your children
As it cries for my own
Left alone without both their parents
To love there in their home

Such a senseless act of desperation
For a small nominal gain
That ended the life of a beautiful man
Bringing all of us such pain

A collaboration between Neva Flores and Mark Albert http://hellopoetry.com/-mark-albert/ and of Writers Cafe  http://www.writerscafe.org/Insomnius

I paint pictures in my mind with your smile and your voice,
Always hungering and wondering what you paint in yours.
I have a feeling that your thoughts beckon my own,
turn my resolve into a burning  liquid even the sun has to adore.

When the Sun has gone, and thoughts turn to sleep,
this man dreams in colors drowning me in the sea of your woman's heart.
Still, here I am crying out in a voice full of fight afraid to look into your eyes
as my heart could be destroyed, my world torn apart.

I lay still trying to obey the face of time, to let go soothing trickles of reassurance
in shimmering beams given from the Moon.
While we both use words when our eyes are not closed, mine are complex
and yours easy to hold..dropped from different hearts, yet in tune.

It is enough, holding this dream for now. With eyes, hands, and hearts unfurling,
slowly opening through barriers erected from the destruction past.
I believe in these two hearts that are beating as they write about love differently.
Today I will take down those barriers, just don't enter too fast.


© 2012 Neva Flores and  Mark Albert

Through the sphere of consciousness
I travel into your mind
Sharing your deepest feelings and beliefs
Yet not feeling less
Than if they were mine

I hear the echoes of your private pain
See visions of your pleasure
Take inside my inner self all that you are
Within your domain
We stand in equal measure

I can feel the awesome presence of your power
Know that which makes you weak
When I travel into all that you are inside
To truly come to know you
Is what I seek

I sit within the light of chance
Underneath a sky of hope
With a butterfly on my shoulder
Singing sweet
Everything I want in life
Is within my scope
So why do I not unbind my
Speechless feet

Above me ivory feathered birds
Call me to their homes
Yet still I sit within the light of chance
Oh, how I would love to fly
Into their sky of hope
See my speechless feet speak to roam
So why do I sit with
Blinded eyes

I do believe I will unbind these feet
Stop sitting with blinded eyes
Kiss this butterfly on my shoulder adieu
Trade this light of chance
To fly within those skies of hope
Unbound, I will see life anew
While singing sweet

I am holding on by my fingernails
And slowly losing my mind
Attempting to keep up with all the things
That make no never mind

In some reckless attempt to be set free
And myself to somehow please
I have managed to misplace
The one I know as me

I'm so distracted and consumed
By unimportant ventures
That I have forgotten to take the time
To embark on my own adventures

Can you feel it rushing through you
What you can’t deny
All these feelings that you have
When you look into my eyes

Stand back and think it over
You will see it’s true
What I feel you feel the same
When I look at you

My heart cannot deny yours
It knows where it belongs
It sings each time it hears your voice
Knows its found a home

Take a look into these eyes of mine
See what my heart reveals
Convince your own that I’m not yours
And that this love's not real

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

Countless words are painted into eternal stars above
Inspiring my soul and waking me anew
With wondrous eyes, I see verses of sweet love
I learn them by heart
And paint them too

Words of dreams with visions rare, I see painted too
Twinkling from shadow dusted rays
Softly held within a precious lighted view
Calling to my tireless pen
Come and play

I view a canvas stretching into an endless sea
Completely full of mysteries unsolved
Faintly crying out to all this ink inside of me
To ponder all their puzzlement
Until they are resolved

Countless words are painted into eternal stars above
They greet my pen and paper every day
With a wondrous heart I smile back at them in love
Begin painting everything
I can see them say

Cover the touch wandering in and out
of the brightest tides of time
because  the splendor of diamonds
will run away
leaving you with empty hands that sigh.
Let your voice light everything
that shakes your blessings,
so that you may live,
continue standing
never hide.

Count the stars in silence,
get lost
in their features
as you dream of holding hands
with the tides of time.
You will find yourself in flight
over roads that meet years
full of deep eyes
with no tears.
Countless thoughts you will treasure,
raining down
in perfect rhyme.

Bid farewell to your trust in wealth
it can die before your eyes.
Cover the touch
of the brightest tides of time.
Count the stars in silence
when you fly over the roads
of your memories.
A strong breeze
will blow into your thoughts,
sweet
as the finest wine.

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

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

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

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

So riddled with pain and despair
Giving up on all you desire
Abandoning dreams you hold deep inside
You’ve lost the spark to your fire

What made you smile long ago
You have laid aside
All of those dreams you aspired to reach
You've buried them deep inside

They can be found once again
Look deep inside it’s true
All of the dreams you once had
Are still inside of you

Pick up your pen and your brushes again
Your instruments and your voice
Write, paint, play and sing
Create and rejoice