Existing is torture, a poisonous cry

Living a dream of beauty and colour

but Your dreams were cut short

I don't know why

yet You will never know laughter

Or stories with a happily ever after

no childhood dreams in your unopened eyes

your dreams were cut short

too soon for your time.

Such beauty ruined with horror

left me agony not bliss,

Without you can I even exist????

~O my sky
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Inside winded rain I come

Dancing like a flame of sun.

Weep no more my eternal love

soon we shall fly like a dove.

Scrap all sorrow and your pain

Soulmates we are I do claim.

Release the loss and all regret

Joy is mine so don't you sweat.

Know I'm now safe and sound,

out of body I'm around.

I drift at thy side with pride,

please feel peace now deep inside.

Then in death we'll surely meet

life continues its so sweet.

Whispering from within I feel the wind quench my vessel.
Energies empower voice to sing.
Lungs fill vibrating love.
And as I merge with wind.
moments drift like sand in hourglass.
Sands that are like seeds of dreams.

the gift of Aurora
is coming
I know,

sometime real soon
so I hear

my dancers in skies
a brilliant light show
an as I will await
you'll appear

I will see you transforming
before my brown eyes
in skies of my mystical lights

oh how long you know
how long I have waited
in all of these endless
dark nights,

to see you as spirit
as I'll be once more
well this is a beautiful thing

the drum I can hear it
a heavenly door
an the angelic songs
that you sing

and I will not fear it
the heavenly shore
and the most loving joy
it will bring

for when I die
I know
I will
again
run
in fields of wheat
an lavender
with you.

Ma Cherie © 2017

On Sunday’s Canvas
our footprints sketch a path
across the sand.
Out of focus, others dot the beach.
Hands drawn tightly together,
our talk ebbs and flows.

This is Sunday’s Cove,
the rim where rivers end and tell their stories.
Afternoon sea and sky run together until
we are surrounded by what we feel.
Sand shines in a festive way.

Here at the edge of the world,
night is celebrated with wine in a water glass.
Beyond the surf, we do not hear the silence.
We wake every morning to brush new paths.

Yesterday I was married
When the church bells rang
It was the usual Alleluia, but my heart had sunk in joy
Give me the candle I may light the rest.
And now am a prince of love.
My bride is still single, but she has married me now
She said yes, and I fell for her again
I placed a kiss to her finger, as they all clapped.
She returned to me with the man she loved
For she loved me most; but loved him more
I now don’t know that I knew
For she was slapped away by her memories
Her veil so wet and ironed in softness
Come by am yours ….i sang to quietness.
I was married to her dream at the counter
I gave her kiss to the beer, as I massaged her conscious
She hanged me through the bottle and sloped to the belly
She then went far away to the distance of my laps
I waved to her as she lay on my shoulder; and absent,
I wasn’t there at all but am here, as she says I was in
Am now gone and too far that am still here
My beards as heavy as my worries
My smile as broad as my future
I smell you come back, nearly gone afar back
Down down the streams of I will be there.