Listen to sounds come alive
By the magic stroke of the brush,
Rhyming words come alive,
With soft colours to the touch
This is my poetry on canvas.

Colours that glows, fade away
And darkens,
Words that inspire, deepening the
Soul and hardens;
With the magic stroke of the brush
With soft colours to the touch
This is my poetry on canvas.

Silence is all the beginning,
Silence is the awe that captivates
The spectators as they listen to
Sounds making sense; as they
See colours mingle together in
Wondrous brights of essence.
This is my poetry on canvas.

Sounds come alive
With the stroke of the brush
My words come alive with
Your soft colours to the touch
This is…my poetry on canvas.

**Reina J. Morris

Your love is my garden
I go there and stop time.
Where I can walk and
Smell your fragrances.

Touch a rose across
My face, feel it’s soft
Petals caressing my skin--Oops!
As I looked to see,
It’s your lips pressed against mine.

Lay myself down on your sweet
Green grass, feeling the sunshine
Warming my body--Oops!
When I turned to see,
It’s your body over mine.

I feel your stream washing
Over me, through me, filling me
Up with all of your essence--Oops!
When I came to my sense,
It was you that filled me
With your vehemence.

Your love is my garden
I go there and stop time
To walk and smell your
Fragrances; enticing my senses--
Awakened to your caresses.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris

If only you can see me.
I follow you every day,
Sad to say--you cannot see me.

How did I fell, how did I
Let myself go?  Only to hurt you
Because I know you loved me so.

Tears fall from my eyes
When I feel the pain.
But you can’t see them, though I know
They hurt you because there I go
Crying again.

I walk with you every where you walk,
I feel with you every thing you feel,
I sit with you when you are silently
Sitting by me,
Though you cannot see me; my love, I am
There with you.  I watch over you, I cry for you.
We could never be apart because we are
Two of one heart.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris

I look for you when I close my eyes.
So hard to see you by my side.
Though I cannot see,
I know you are here with me;
Every time I write--it’s you talking to me.
I will never forget the short times that we shared,
I will never forget how much you cared,
I will never forget the kiss we kissed, it is
Something that; well, I guess I will miss.
I write this through you because I loved you
And I will keep on writing through you
Because forever--I will remember you.

In memory of Nelson Feliz
1969 - 1993
“Dedicated to you, Nelson, I will always love you.”

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris

I close my eyes and I see visions of you
You’re holding me, touching me, I feel the flesh of you
Inside of me.
How I wonder if one day this would come to be true,
Oh, how I wonder.

With great force you turn me over,
On hands and knees you enter me and
With such a push you send me calling.
Calling for the man that is within you to bring forth
The woman that is within me--
I’m calling…

We’re almost done this in and out motion,
But this feeling I’d like to express, but oh, how could I?
There are no words for such a feel.  
Except only to do the natural…
I’m screaming, and screaming, and screaming.

Only then when I gave my last cry did darkness covered everything,
As I laid there on this soft pillow of skin next to me--gradually fell asleep.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris

I never thought that I would come to love you.
I always knew that one day I might lose you.
I never expected to share so much with you.
I always knew deep down, you loved me too.

But this is the time; I suppose,
Either you let me go or you will be mine.

I never thought that you would make me laugh.
I always knew your love, I would have.
I never expected you would show me the right path.
I always knew the right man would pass.

And even though I was in need,
It was like you said to me,
“To have, to hold, but not to keep.”

But now you have made one mistake.
You have overlooked something precious to me
That you will never be able to take--
Now I can say as I watched him as he slept,
“To have, to hold, but your Son I kept.”

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris

If I reach out in the night for you
It’s only because I long for you.
But lately you haven’t been there
For me and so when I reach out
It’s my pillow that comforts me.

You say you’re going through
Some changes and tough times,
Well I can understand that from you,
But you forget that when I signed
On it was a partnership; the captain
And her crew!

If my ship sinks I will not abandon her
To suffer the cold dark depths of her
Seclusion alone!  

That is how I think of you
When I’m left alone in my darkened
Room, alone in my ship as it touched
Bottom deep beneath the ocean’s blue.

And you’re the explorer with your
Expedition that came and saw me
As a wreckage with sunken treasures
To exploit as parts of me are recovered.

But no longer!  I refused to be that way.
So, if one night I reach out for you, well
You better be there, my love—because
One day I will give flight and I’ll be
Free just like a dove.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris