Gold leaf.

Words, in a cage,
to keep them locked within would be a shame.
Release them for me,
let them flow so free…
Your lips they quiver,
craving poetry…
My quill, so eager,
on your skin it spills…
She’s soaked in verses,
dripping poems
on silk…

Candles.

She said she’d lay
wreaths by the shores
of my poems.

Matchstick reverie.

moforoot:

Like a soothing warm blanket;
these words.

Like a r a d i a t i n g

Calming, warm comforter,
these words will soothe you.

Listen,

f e e l them,

these words.
Let them heal you,

they’ll move you,
Allow them.

These words.
Guide them in,

they’ll s o o t h e you.
Let them.

Ripples in sub(conscious) thought.

I listened to the ebb and flow,
of fleeting moments as they foam and wash away.
Hang on to dreams before the morning comes;
Before the tide-
-your essence, f a d e s…

plains of autumn. 

The golden hues of a fading sun, 
have swept across in fleeting arcs. 
The jade drips slowly from her leaves, replaced with amber colored bark. 
Her summer skin lay shed among a pale forgotten shore; 
her petals taste the frost, 
as autumn chills her to the core.

plains of autumn.

The golden hues of a fading sun,
have swept across in fleeting arcs.
The jade drips slowly from her leaves, replaced with amber colored bark.
Her summer skin lay shed among a pale forgotten shore;
her petals taste the frost,
as autumn chills her to the core.

Poetry sublime.

El sol se despide. ( the sun says goodbye )

moforoot:

Before the n i g h t comes bearing

darkness,

turn your gaze towards the setting sun.

Hold my hand for these final moments,

we’ll g l o w together,

smile with me,

the last light,

through our eyes will shine,

before the d a r k n e s s comes.

Images of a passing storm. ( morse code collective )po

moforoot:

A colonnade of summers holds aloft our

marbled dreams. The cooling kiss of

moonlight shines betwixt its golden

seams. Below a sundial navigates,

infinite it’s watchful guise. Above sat

gardens where pixies played, till the

solstice star would rise. Beyond lay

fields of clouds, of blue, where twin

galaxies once shined. This monument

we’ve built forever, shall transcend the

dark of time.

Chrysalis verse.

You hope for c o u r a g e
beyond the plains. You search for comfort w i t h i n
the flame. You speak a language as old as time, soft soothing
b e a u t y personified. I’ve written verses describing you, no words can capture your image-true…