"shimmerings" poems
horizon hazing
incinerating skies
migrating clouds
and greatness, lingering
heated breeze sweeps my tendrils
translucent shimmerings and stardust
and footprints, your footprints
don't follow them, your mind is decieving you
don't turn back, they are out to get you
here, there and everywhere
honey land lies **** before me
catch me when i fall
let me rise in love
you, electric, wild, soaring soul
under my skin, evaporating fear
honey glow from within
how I ever, came to be
like this, falling and rising
breeze, let me in
let me try to match your pace
grasping onto you
my faith
here, there and everywhere
zealous ice fire eyes
softly scorching
the honey land before me
a kiss of empires
of auras,
let my soul mingle with yours
like the sun does with the moon
together, and separate,
here, there and far away,
honey land lays **** before me,
let me rise
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
I awoke this morn'
with sunlight traces of hope
upon the tiles in my foyer,
like wonderous stories
told upon
the future's worries
winter storms return
go away all away in the
bright shimmerings
on the castle walls
the beams of light
call the zephyrs of hope
into my den
my parlor
my boudoir
under my cover
of hiding
no mores
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
It seems to me that golden sparks and silver shimmerings,
Belong to those that still have dreams and wonderful imaginings.
For those of us tired and weary,
Dreams are of death and end.
As though somehow,
The urge to continue,
Wanes,
Like a dissolving moon,
Appearing to disappear,
Its presentness luckily found,
Again the horizon allows slow moving shadows,
To reflect the sunshine of the day,
To creep slowly 'cross the sky,
And bring understanding of the night.
This is my end,
When stars fade to black,
Nothing is left for me here,
Not for lack of desire,
But for a lack of dreams.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Colours float inside of me..blue of course, for sympathy
And red..the tiger crouching warily.
Green, the haunting of our destiny.
Tangerine in which I see the dream of peace.
Black, so when the day does cease...gold will come and hold my hand and take me far into a spectrum band..
And I can see the summer hue..be warmed as it will warm you too.
Another blue..another day which turns into a dullish grey..painted faintly through the sky in which white clouds burn away and die into a pinkish failing blue.
Always blue..it comes back to me..that melody rings in my ear..and I, no prophet or no seer can only seek to peer within..the shimmerings of broken hearts that sing to me in amber and in that I see..
A world that's gone under the sea coloured deep in verdigris.
It all comes crashing into me..the colors, colours that I see.
If I could, then I would be the colour that would most suit me..
..The colour of the endless ocean at which the toe taps in devotion to the shades of blue and green..
..where everything is seen
And where these colours deem to meet is where I greet
The coming day..then all I do.
Is think tomorrow blue.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC