If you want to define love
you are not worth of such beauty.
Because love is not to be defined
just like you can’t describe
the golden thoughts of a crazy lady.

Her shine will forever remain
unspoken amongst the cruel men
who no longer know what to strive for
or what to do with the the puddle of shine.

pale lady, full moon,
spurns a million suitors' winks;
sits alone, brooding!

My mind emerges from the muck of dream
Sheen of crust and blurry view

In my mind you loom

In my dreams you sing your tune.

Step, clomp, foot, stomp

Off these laces
Pull these wagons
Heft these towers
Lay their power

Dream of vistas green and new
Untouched where?
there I see you

Log cabin of Linking Logs
Cobble our souls and roll them in stones
Heat our hearths and steam our schemes
Give us that leftover dream

But flags wave in every breeze
There is no land for my free

And that farm on the brook
I dream of maintenance
Will fall as quick
into this reapere

to pull the gift of life from dying soil
And play that I can have paradise
on earth

With iron ore
and sweat of toil

I will build a walled garden
to respect the rest
and tell myself

To keep dreaming.

Little Lady Lost (Sonnet)

Rebellious thoughts in youth descry a hold
upon the very minds of virtues tongue.
Our Little Ladies soiled by men so bold,
within an inch, their very lives are flung

upon the tainted mattress where they’ll lie
until their bodies waste through large misuse,
and fey their voices close, too oft they die;
slow *****, fast killed, Light broken through abuse.

Though one there is, not timid in her haste
she knows the way to take away the pain,
she lies there, pretense moaning; what a waste,
a Lady, Little girl born to the chain.

I ponder now, these words under my pen
of children lost, to suffer under men...

A kiss of death,
Before you can safely visit the realm of the deceased, the long gone,
A last breath, before it can end, escaping the boundary of this reality,
The embrace of death might not be always gentle, it may take some cruelty before it sets you free, to fly away, leaving us, finally behind,
It may happen in a restless night, or when you are asleep, that a lady comes to engage her lips, pressing them against yours and spiriting you away, lifeless, the corpse would remain, but worry not, darling.
If the kiss lacks of passion, more importantly dedicated affection however, it shall be unsuccessful, leaving a mark of fear in that soul,
Without a sound, the light dies, plunging everything around in deep yet loitering darkness, burnt, blistered and fallen is the blooming life,
Even so, humanity has no other choice but to follow this chosen road,
Living as they do now, unable to escape the endearment of dying,
I hope that, this body of mine can disperse in a gentle peaceful way,
Carried away with a single kiss of love, then sleeping, for eternity,
With that being said, would you like a kiss,
Darling ?

~ Umi

You’re preaching your vanity
To my innocent insanity
But I will hide within
While you strut and jut your chin.

Feeble destruction, I confess
Sitting in my pretty dress.
Ribbons of gold and silk of blue
I wouldn’t lift my skirt for you.

Roses white and gentle pink
Stained with red when the thorns *****
To behead a rose - 'tis not wise
Our stinging beauty terrifies.

Among the peonies, footsteps soft
Pretty little ladies’ faces don’t rot.
Corsets choking our manic laughter
Underneath her frills it’s a disaster.

My innocent insanity
Comes with a smile.
Take my paper hand good sir
Stay with me for a while.

You’ll enter blind
And leave a new man
Able to hear
That that is not there
And barely able to stand.

The lady in the flowers


The lady in the flowers with the white cotton dress;
It flows behind her and clings to her, as she gathers her bouquet.
With her crown made from picked daisies, she looks like a Princess;
Her smile shines like a sun beam on the fourth of May.


In this magical place, we are lost no more; we are in love!
Good Heaven’s above, are sending signals to us.
As she dances through the tulips,
She is soft to the touch and receptive to my advances;
Ladies in lavender do not give second chances.
But she is truly forgiving all my misdemeanors;
She is a vision in white and I want to be dancing with her.


As the path made from patches of grass,
Leads us into a beautiful future;
I am at ease in this place of peace.
She passes through reeds and then I lose her!


She vanishes beneath the water and all I see is her waving goodbye.
Oh my!  Where has she gone?  I am screaming on the inside;
But as I dive in search of her, I find myself…


...in a wonder land.
I had never imagined that this dream could really have happened.
Into the water and through to the other side;
I climb out into her arms and again off she glides.


So once again I give kiss chase;
In case this time she is gone for good.
But she is never really leaving me;
She is just leading me to a place where we can be in love.


The leaves are multi-coloured
And this place has forever been hidden from all before.
She has welcomed me into her fantasy;
I can be a part of her world.


She skips through clear puddles
And in each of them I see my double.
I am a stranger on the inside
And I am rather befuddled.


But she is the fairy light I follow morning until night
And with all my might I shall become a part of her life.
Out into the clear, there is so much to see and to hear
And whenever she is near, blue birds suddenly appear.


A blanket is waiting next to a hamper for two.
We can rest now we have found each other…
Love is in bloom.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

It was just my imagination.


In all the worlds that I have seen,
The sun’s rays have never shone so bright,
As they do right now on this planet of ours.
I pray to see this day last throughout the night.


Eternal sunshine is needed to reveal,
The lady I see in the depths of my mind.
Her voice speaks of echoes of fondness,
My fond memories of love are lost; never again will I be healed.
But if I could find a lady like her,
Maybe I could find a way to once more smile.


I wish I could love her and once more see the ladies smile;
No tears does she ever shed, for she is strong of heart.
She is capable of inner strength, whilst I am fragile
And forever locked within my own broken heart.


A gift to her I wish to bring,
As a peace offering; she is equity.
The lady I have never met drifts into my soul
And makes herself at home.
Hopefully, permanently; not just temporarily.


She is Gothic of soul and dresses like a Goth
And that will draw me towards her always,
In a desperate search for love.
She is the last hope of the hopeless,
Who has been ready to give up.
I dream of her when I am awake
And she swims inside my blood.


She floats inside a vessel; she is created by me inside my brain.
She breathes oxygen into my lungs
And sends love flowing through my veins.
She is a figment of my imagination,
Who I am desperate to somehow make become real;
Just so I could once more feel loved.  Just so I could once more feel.


I want to embrace her,
But she is a non-entity who is out of reach.
Still I am searching for a way to meet her,
Each time I go to sleep.


I am thinking about her as I lay in my bed,
But she knows nothing of me and she never will.
My thoughts will be about her, until I forget.
She will spring back into my forethought’s,
Whenever my body is still.


And still I shall love her with every ounce of my heart;
For she is my last sense of light, as I drift off into the dark.
Soon she is gone from my head;
I tried hard to not forget,
But I can think of this kind of love no longer,
For she is real only inside my imagination and not inside my bed.


My ghost of a love drifts away from my attempts at amity.
She floats away into the never to become just a memory.
This is a tragedy.
She is a vision, lost way up in the ether,
Disappearing like a rocket ship shot into space.
She was here once, now my sweetheart has evaporated
And left my soul without a trace.


Gone like the wind, she has blown through my heart.
I felt her breeze blow through my life
And now she and I shall forever remain apart.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.