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Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
Warm,
Still mist;
Predawn haze;
Sentimental journey;
Long abandoned days.
A walk along the jetty
A time
… so long ago;

Memories dance to droplets
Aimless… to
And through;

Colorful lights …
Playing;
Sound…;
An amusement fair.
Gentle summer rain…
Silky night air.

Open umbrella;
Dew, embracing…
The breeze;
Air teeming rain
Tears...  now freed.

Thinking…;
It was here.
A moment
Just… like this;
Lost within arms
A soft… quivering kiss.

Toes dig wet sand;
Time steals ... in the haze;
How is it… now
Years just slip away.
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
The great raven owns my soul.
She flies me high against the winds of time.
I hold no more malice toward her claws.
She clings to my heart.

She allows me no room to feel free of my darkness.
Now, I seek no longer to find the sun or the moon
that she has taken from my world, so long ago.
Now, I see the peace of her flight.
Now, I welcome the journey her black wings take me on.

Into the sweet icy air ahead,
I look.
I feel the most embracing sense of joy.
I smile.

I see the dance of my ancestors.
They ride the skies over the frozen homeland.
Swirling colors in black skies.
The skies I have seen for all these days.
I hear the call of all that the wings have taken before me.

Now, I see her not as the thief of a mother's child
but as the flight of the protector
A protector of lost spirits as I as a child have been told.
I raise my arms and reach out for my greatest joy.

No more fear,
No more loneliness.
NeKraRa!
Reunited at last.
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
Only dreams…hold me.

Silence; …in your arms;

A gaze… brings panic.

Thoughts…spring alarms.

Time; Steals…memories;

Darkness … steals the day.

Relinquished moments… to silence

Rain

… falls away.

Your arms…

Wrap around me;

Lost… are years.

Only dreams… hold me.

Rainfall

… merely tears.
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
More than a day
Less than a night
As long as a lifetime
A single breath takes flight.

With the warmth of a kiss
The caressing of a hand
Burning is the passions of red flowing sand.

Life is but a bird
A single breath in flight
And all will fly alone
When the day turns into night.
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
Call me
… on the phone;

I wont answer.

Whisper,
… to this heart;

You are wine.

…on the line;
Please, leave me...

A massage.

Your breath,
Is… to this heart

Sublime.

Take a moment;
Please,

... make me quiver.

Please,
… bring desire to this heart

Once again.

Whisper to me,
A hand by a knee;

Let me know...

This old  tin can
Still has a string.

.

.
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
Only a moment
… In wanting arms.

Trembling

The breath
Labor bares…

So minute
A moment…

fleeting

Angel’s breath
Against a wilting rose.
Theresa M Rose Jun 2014
We hold
… in our hearts
Memories.

Love,
Laughter,
Joy…
And even
Like now…
Times of sorrow and pain.

All of these,
Are… the subsidence of life.

We share our many moments
Creating memories
… and sharing hope.

This is what makes our spirits thrive.

We remember
As we love.

( __ )
Will always
Be greatly remembered.
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