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Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
A timepiece moves
Fluttering wings
Time…
Now lands
And,...
Angels sing.

A moment …
Now,
… is still;
It is the close of a day.
And,…now
My heart is braking
Now, You are…
Gone away.

My, sweet old… bulldog
You always... made me safe;
With you. I was not all alone
In my dark... and solemn place.

Now… it is goodbye
I reach out
I touch your hair
Thank You...
My Old Bulldog
For all the time we had to share.

One last time
My old friend
I kiss
Your loving face
… You now sleep.
Till,... Again we meet
In some far...
Far distant place.

Fluttering wings
Angels sing

Time…
Is
Still;

Today.
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
Love is; Love is;
love is what more?
No more … than a dewdrop
Landing along the shore.

Spring showers; Summer rain;
Autumn’s, cold, … lonely mist.
A moonlight’s …parting tenders
Morning‘s… sweet moist kiss.

Sense…, caressing sea waves;
Sense the deep water’s reach
Feel, the echoes of silence
As dew… takes the beach.

Seagulls dance in foggy sky
Echoes…; Melody’s memory’s view
Tributes; …a long yearning heart
A lover’s touch;

Ado
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
Music
Guides me
to your arms;

My desires
… are yours
My love.

Tears
Fill me
… by the sound;

Your voice
Echoes
… in my heart.

I feel
the rhythm
of time;

Memories,
… memories
Make me tremble;

Years
Pound
… against my mind;

To you
My needs are…
To surrender.

Only
Moonlight
Conveys

What…
Divertive heart’s
Now render;

Memories
… of years
Flood in…

My desires;
Your arms;
My friend.

My friend
The music
Ends.

The dance floor… is no-more!
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
Mirror, mirror,
You are standing against the wall.
I look into you to see me
But my eyes they do fall.

Mirror, my mirror,
Oh how i wish you were my friend.
But there's no one looking back at me
When it is i that is looking in.

Mirror, oh mirror,
Why must this be?
When i look into your cold, cold glass
i can see none of me.

i see what was,
And all who have shared in this sad old core,
But i can see not i.
For i am no more.

Though there is always a tomorrow
On life's most wavy shore.
For me, i can see not a ripple
As i stand here on this lonely floor.

I am here looking in to see what image there is left of me,
But i can find there is not a trace.
For when i look into your cold and rigid stare,
I can see there is only an old stranger's face.

Mirror, poor mirror,
How i could feel for thee
You stand here looking out, and what do you see?
Is it, could it, could it really be me?

Mirror, you silly mirror,
all there is i feel is your cold and icy glaze.
Is this all there is for me,
for the rest of my days?

Mirror, my poor, poor mirror,
i look in and i can no longer endure.
Oh, with my ******, ****** hands i look down;
Now, you are merely shards of glass lying on the floor.
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
He touches my heart.
He has made me free.
He's taken me by my hand,
He makes me see me.

I now see all that I am,
And all that I could be.
He's taken me from my watery desert
To the shores of a new wide open sea.

Oh how I have yearned,
To spread my wings in flight,
But for this pierced dove
of a long drowned love,
The world,
It was too deep in night.

He raises the hands that enveloped me.
Hands that have guided me safely to this shore.
And now,
He opens his hands, so cautiously
Allowing me a chance to soar.

I lift up my wings,
I feel the breeze
And now,
I begin to rise.

He has shown to me
Who I can be
And now,
I no longer see the lies.

.

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Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
I sense you,
Sensations awaken…
You inspire.

Nearing
Are the embers.
Neutralities
Sparks a fire.
You are,
The aura…
To this phoenix.
And, it is you
You that will bring the flame.
You give me abilities to fly,

Beyond the sea and eternal sands
It is you, I feel
Your touch…
Without a single hand.

You’ve conquered my fright
These feelings of endless night.
It is you…
who makes me glow.

I feel
Such a resurrective ember.
I yearn so be free
To surrender
And it is you
You’ve done this to me
You make me
Burst
Into flame.

Such a force it is
you give to me
filled with overwhelming intensity...
You’ve done this to me
fill me
With intensities… and I am…,

I am,… a Phoenix song.

Forever for me
because of this
You see

You are
And always
Will be
My beloved...

My, Mark Anthony.
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
I see you
So many years…

An apparition;
Without recognition.

Our dearest one
In repose…

A suitable tribute
To all that was…

May she be with Osiris
And, fair better than we…

At,

‘The Weighing of the Heart’.

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