Here I was worrying about your soul,
While you destroyed my entire core;
I was waiting at the door,
But you made my entire body sore.

I gave you pieces I couldn’t afford,
Believed in things I could not ignore,
But your silence, it cut me to the core,
A thousand wounds, yet still, I swore.

I built you up from broken parts,
Gave you shelter, gave you heart,
But you tore apart what I had made,
Left me here in the cold, afraid.

I kept your name in every prayer,
Hoping you’d find your way to care,
But you, you vanished like the air,
And now I stand, unsure, aware.

Did you ever see the weight I bore?
The cracks beneath the things you swore?
Now I’m left with nothing more—
Just shadows knocking at my door.

Soft cool sensual shadows
play over the almost
silent stream ,
as languidly it ripples
over pebbles and mossy rock .
☆
Now and then , moonlight
catching little diamonds
of shimmering light
danced in our lover's eyes .
☆
The stately willow tree was
a cathedral of luscious green vine ,
swaying gently and communing
with the flying things of the night .
☆
On the bank near that whispering tree ,
we kneel together, not touching
both gazing into the
cool clear mirror of the
stream .
☆
Then , at once , we are on
an old wooden bridge .
Vast plains of vibrant sound
stretch beyond imagination
to Infinity .
☆
A gentle breeze moves brightly
coloured flags
over far off golden pavilions .
There is sunshine ,
but it is cool and sweet .
☆
You smile
as we float above the bridge ,
drifting in the magic scented
air .

Eyes of the desert

Soul of a pharoah

Mysterious man

Wise as a hermit.


From taciturn glances

To timid approaches

His subtle slow movements

Then turn into dances.


Warm like the sand

Cold like dutch winter

A contrast of both

You won’t understand.


He’s noble to many

And close to a few

This guy is a gem

Too rare for this world.

On a sacred mount of olives
where they mirror each their hearts ,
In a meadow of wild flowers
where their love can never
part .
☆
The dreaming of the Logos
and spirits secure their way ,
While strange and mythic creatures
will frighten fear away .
☆
In pure light forever
their souls are intertwined ,
Magician and Priestess ,
there was no-one of their kind .

Some nights into the fantasy  world I sink ,
Eyes closed as I visualize you each second ,
The shape of your body, your sensitive skin,

Lost in your eyes,
I stretch my hand and pull you closer,
Your body against mine,
Our lips touch,
Our tongues entangled,
The soft and slow moans fill our room,
As we dance to the music of our sweet sounds,

From a far we can  hear our heartbeats, as our souls sync,
Into the wilderness we fly,
If this love is a sin , why does it feel so pure and holy  loving you?

Home, for me, was never a place;
That comfort and safety aren't tied to a space -
for me it's the people, and emotions they bring:
a hallowed steeple, a hymn to sing.
.
Since you left I've been homeless,
- a wandering wreck -
no refuge nor address,
a stone 'round my neck.
.
My friends have homes,
and I'm a welcome guest,
yet my soul still roams:
a traveler with no quest.
.
And my friends are springs,
fresh, clear, and pure,
but for one who is starving,
water's no cure.
.
I hunger, my love, for your lips on mine,
Heavens above, grant me a sign.
This beaten-down husk, this wretched shell,
A shadow in dusk, for you unwell.
.

Revolve around
three-dimensions.
Admire her
while she sounds,
when she spills
sighs from varnished,
abandoned lips.

Two steps
is all it ever takes
to turn intimidation
into presentation.
Letting arms
be her branches,
crossing about
layer after layer
of milk-white flesh.

When I write,
shrouded in silence,
I have been merged
in surrounding white.
I have sunken
this form of mine
in pages, for surrender
to be how I remember.

Losing time,
not wishing for recovery
when it will stop this heart
from chasing a different,
absent beat.

An hour hand
holds the minute hand,
severing itself into pieces,
while the second hand
reveals moments I have stolen,
under a solid blue sky.