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  Oct 2017 Solaces
beth fwoah dream
i.

unwrap me tenderly,
pour your love
like water from a jug,
please me and
harness me,
bring me to life,
beneath your touch.

ii.

tonight the puddles
whisper to a wandering moon,
reflections like onyx in
dreamy pools, the
water’s soft breeze,
a stream of stars,
your love also, the song of a star.

iii.

the last heartbeat
of summer in the
honey light,

after the rain
everything feels
refreshed,
ink pressed to
the water.

iv.

nightingale-free
the breeze
whispers to the
trees,
dark-eyed, its
leaves a rose
on my pillow,
beats an ashy drum.

v.

you pull me to you,
i’m brought to life
by the sound of your voice,
caressing me with
your lips, my back
arched back, my ribs
a dream of you,
monet-reflected
in the night and in your
eyes.
Solaces Oct 2017
There you go again.  With that smile.  I really cannot turn away from such a smile.  So I smile back.  As our brown eyes lock for but a moment.. Everything is forgotten around me. I don't know where I am, I don't know who is talking, all I know is that my eyes are locked to yours..   This is how you make a dream..  Take that moment and multiply by itself.. That will equal " Me getting lost in you."
It started with a smile.....
  Oct 2017 Solaces
Star BG
In the light of eternity,
I reside dancing inside
a star-studded sky.

My energy expands,
as I bond with the wind
gracefully.
As I  connect to dreams
in a shapeless form.

Spinning energies rise
in orcastrstions in
a place with no time.

Moon birds echo
celebrating spark of God
part of all existence.

And as the sunrises,
I am drawn to anchor
in a place called earth.

A place where I can dance
with gratitude
for both sun and moon.
inspired byMarshall Messi poem called Love ( a poem) Thanks
  Oct 2017 Solaces
Star BG
To write a poem
is to scribble from heart.
Some sad tearing mind apart.
Others happy to drift like lark.

To write is to enter,
a place with no time.
To give it musical rhyme
and echo divine.

To tweak it when
whispers vibrate
with phases to celebrate.

To edit a stanza so fine,
having words dance in line,

To touch eyes that open wide
the heart inside.

To born a poem and sign
for mountain words to climb.

A gift from soul to all
I answer the call

A-**!
A marching I shall go.
Again inspired by a gifted writer Marshall Messi thank you.
  Oct 2017 Solaces
ummily
if it wasn't your soul...
or the flawless symmetry of your face,
or even that stainless yet smokey smile
then it was the statue that they built of you
in the city
and how even the birds knew your name.

between laughter-like sounds,
i can still hear them calling you.
you made your mark.
not on my heart
but                                                        ­                               on the other

side

                                            in an unexpected space

on my rib cage
a tiny "xo"
marks my skin forever


in black ink.
©
Solaces Oct 2017
The rain woke me up..
I got up and looked out the window..
And the rain fell with silent lightning dancing about..
I saw myself..
For a moment as the raindrop fell..
I saw myself..
For a moment as the lightning streaked through the sky..
I saw myself as the storm blue lightning sky..
It was then a strange machine lit up blue..
With my memories of me it grew brighter and brighter..
It was a beautiful machine made out of imagination glass..
It was a beautiful machine made out of memories of light..
I called it a Lightcycle..  Starglass and light... Driven by and emotion engine.. And endless thoughts..  The starglass shell filled in with lightning and endless blues..  
I built my Lightcycle again..
Simply by remembering it..
The lightning birds flew around me..
I was ready to open my electric wings again...
Its been so long..
Starglass and light....
Solaces Oct 2017
The sun hit your face in such a way I forgot what we were talking about.. I felt it in my chest.. My eyes told me, " This is what beautiful is."
Light on your face
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