Poetry
Winged Dreams

Each day my love for you a new.
Each kiss as sweet as the first.
Your touch ignites a fire that can only be relinquished by your kiss, then only to again breathe life into another.
I am freed by your love, by the shimmer in your voice, by the sound of your smile.

Relentless are the turmoils of life; and so easily beaten are the buds of bliss, trying to be free.

But never again will I feel this pain, this vice against my heart, my soul.
Lay upon my chest there will you feel my heart, where my soul lies; listen and you will hear it screaming to be expressed, to be heard.

No longer shall she cry tears of blood and pain, nor will hurt diminish  the glimmer in her eyes.
For she shall never age in my love.
And on the wings of my Pegasus I shall fly to her.
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Walking with me hand in hand next to the shore of my soul.
Come tell me your hopes, your fears.
I want to know more though I already know everything.
To your every word I will hold onto.

Slowly as your lips brush my forehead I know; I know who I am and who I'm meant to be.
I hear you call through the storm, I feel your touch through the pain.
Yet I know that there is only time to comply with.
Only years to go through,
those perilous years of "what ifs," of "I wonders"
We all have secrets that we hide, just some are better hidden. 
We all hid or emotions but some still slip out.
It's like trying to satisfy the unsatisfiable.
So why try to hide what can't be hidden.

The Moon

Last night I looked up into the night sky
and could not see the moon
against its velvet sky

The times I used its light
as a beacon or a sign
That your love for me was strong
and to me you told no lie

But now the moon has gone
and comforts me no more.
For the love I once felt
             lay broken on the floor

Picking up the pieces
I threw them into the sky
And there they stay shining
for eternity a sign
Of love that once grew strong
and felt would never die
But like the ever changing moon
the love we had slowly began to die.

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