My Dream of You

Endlessly sailing, I have plowed through furious seas and driven through the tempestuous heart of every storm sculpted by your weeping winds. The towering rigging of my great dark vessel, straining against the unleashed might of the storm, has split the space between the sleeping stars, and sung reverberating songs, lulling the ancient flames with the mighty voice of the wind; repaying the guiding radiance which has danced brilliantly through the heavens, on cloudless, moonless, midnight runs.

On more than one occasion, I have sailed through drifting mists of the darkest of stormy nights, and yes, I must say, fearlessly, feeding the wild storm in my heart, mercilessly bending every groaning sheet. Swiftly have I raced blindly through even the darkest nights of all….. I was conceived in the storm…. dreaming of you.

Grasping the helm of my great, dark ship, on many lovely, iridescent midnights, I have blindly and willingly sailed lost upon wondrous, shimmering seas, which were truly and only, splintered shards of my dearest, fleeting dreams… shattered, I could hold them no longer, casting them to the wind, I set them free… to find you.

Sailing the universe within, under the sheltering sky of any peaceful midnight, a bright new world is born. It arrives in anticipation, and rushes freely abroad, conjuring floating images of billowing sails flying upon your graceful, whispering wings, for you are the gentle voice singing in the night wind, filling my sails with your sweet music, satisfying my abandoned heart with soft whispers of forgotten promises; so easily I observe you… so powerfully am I moved… irresistibly you fill me… you are guiding my very soul, you are writing the poetry of my heart… I was born to be written by you.

This present warm breeze is full of shadowy voices of misty thoughts, drifting upon the tide, yet, though they call incessantly, I have become deaf to their cries, for they are quickly hushed by the wandering sounds of captivating heart songs, music unique to your heart, composing rich melodies to accompany the quiet, mysterious singing of your soul… I was made to hear only you.

My strength is inspired, endlessly sailing every fresh new sea of your many changing moods. Through every long, dark night, with new-found strength, I have pursued you, and have sailed through the perilous world, envisioning every advantage, to bring you to myself, as the enduring hunter searches out his prey. Yet, in this delightful contest, I have found you the wise hunter and the true seeker, and as for myself, well, I have passionately become your most willing prey… you may have the strength of my life.

Herein thinly veiled danger is waiting; uncover the flame, brave unknown seas, my love, look intently into the green pools before you; you will find the boundless fervor of a true warrior’s heart, awash in emerald seas filled with promises of spent passion, quietly resting in your arms… I was born to surrender only to you.

Finding a great wide ocean in the shadowy depths of your eyes, I have gazed through those portals into the softness of your heart, searching for traces of anything that would be guide to the paradise that awaits discovery… the treasure, carefully veiled, in those faint regions, has drawn me close enough to be touched… I was created to be touched by you.

Another bright day has passed into colorful oblivion, and with the gathering twilight, the vast, beloved sea awaits. The heaving sea of your love, wondrously navigated, is the great adventure of this delightful quest… the wind is rising… I must sail these most pleasant leagues. All else will now grow pale and insignificant…….. eyes close in sleep…. lightly I drift away…. gathering soft ropes in eager hands, deftly I tie fluttering sails to untamed breezes. The guiding stars shine brightly as the great dark ship begins the journey of the night. My heart reaches to embrace you, for you alone are the sweetest breath of the night wind singing, and the mysterious source of my shimmering sea of dreams… and I… well, I am but the dark ship sailing endlessly upon it…

Sweet Dreams

Voices are speaking out of the dark silence of an endless night…..

Who are those who walk through your dreams, sweet dreamer? When your soft golden ringlets fall across silken pillows and dreaming visions take shape in the heart of your mind, is there a face smiling through the mists of lost time and vast distances?

I would that the one face you would search for would be mine, and that my voice would be the one that lovingly caresses your heartstrings, filling your night with the sweet strains of soft music.

I would that mine were the eyes you would love to bathe in, and that you would adore the light that you find gently caressing every part of you.

I can be brave while you sleep and whisper love into the darkness, and tie my heart to the mists of the night, sending it to you.

I have seen beautiful dreams drifting upon a summer wind, finding a way through the dark night, in search of sleeping lovers, at rest in each the others arms.

Along a lighted pathway, Hope has strewn wild flowers, and with them she is weaving a gossamer fabric of perfume, sprinkled with borrowed points of distant starlight.

Quiet sighs escape a perfect willingness to be lost upon moonlit seas, flying upon the wings of a gentle breeze, filling white sails with a smoothly flowing power.

There in the night, in the quietness of passions rest, dreams appear out of living shadows, bestowing an irresistible sweetness, encircled in love’s strongs arms.

Unmoving Stillness

Blue lagoons, stolen from a twilight sea, came walking abroad, wrapped in bright, frozen rays of captured starlight.

A shadow, at home in a shadow’s heart, cried of beauty undimmed by the night, and revealed a statue of stone, crowned with golden ringlets.

Diamond teardrops fell into the sea, whispering through the angry fire of a glance to one side.

Melting pools, left glistening pathways stranded upon the sad, unmoving stillness of the dark soul gently brushed with kisses.

The heart is the rarest stone, yet it is adrift so easily, upon a sea of dried tears which passed long ago into the void.

Out of the sleeping darkness, a lost fountain, spewing troubled shadows, is whispering lowly notes, which are quickly clutched away, wrapped in the slender arms of a cerulean night.

There is only silence between us, a darkly burning fire covers her silky secrets, they are hidden from me….

Darkly Burning Fire

An ivory face, lit from within by seething rays of a darkly burning sun, looks intently into oblivion.

Fountains, promising warm perfection awake, kissing the sky with ruby lips as shadows of misty beauty fill dark orbs and set them upon fields of whitest snow….

Dark streams, flowing deeply, carve love’s poetry across patient stone, launching a bright ship, casting it upon uncertain seas… as gleaming swans slowly glide through reflections of dreams upon a dark mirror, bewitched of beautiful visions…

Beautiful Darkness, full of love’s joy, is drawn to the fire, brighter than Dayspring’s flashing brilliance, moving the earth to quiet sighs…… in silence, an ivory face, hidden behind sheer silk, carved of milky stone, masquerades as a bright mist, hiding the face of a sleeping sun………… yet, Beautiful Darkness dreams of another face in her darkly burning fire, and no veil or mist will cover it………. if only she were made of stone, to patiently gaze upon it forever…..

Outpost

The scratchy sound of dry grass grating against the thin fingers of a cold wind could be heard whispering through the closed door.

The desolate sound had endured for weeks, as the seasons slowly turned, deciding at long last, to bring the warmth of spring, through yellow beams of tilted sunlight, introducing a fragile green awakening and draping it as a translucent mantle over the broad meadow.

In this remote location time seemed to stand still, yet its laborious passage could be easily marked by a succession of days filled to capacity with the loneliness of a solitary existence.

Thankfully, the days were now brighter, the sun occasionally moving from behind his hazy subjects, revealed a hidden intensity that compassionately bathed the cold, hungry earth in warm tenderness, long enough to capture despondent affections yet again, as it lay arms wide in anticipation of more attention from its ancient lover. The dreaming earth had known the frigid mists of winter, for they had touched her soul and come between them, stealing the heat of passionate kisses…..

The Awakening

The awakening earth understood, as do we all, that without the warmth of her lover, there would be no life and light, and the entire world would languish in a shadowy dusk of mists and cold darkness, endlessly floating upon a dim sea of lifeless dreams drowning in tears and weeping along with  the muted sounds of a slowly breaking heart…….

Mistress of the Night Ether

As she drifted slowly by, hung upon the unseen threads of the heavens, she whispered into their dreams, for she alone hears the anguished hearts of those who weep in their sleep.

She alone sheds wispy tears dipped in perfect sorrow, and carefully hides them within the billowing clouds of the evening vapours, she hides her face and gently pours  glistining droplets out as a soft, soothing voice for the lowly and the broken….. peace drifts downward and whispers in the night.

Elizabeth’s Passage

Elizabeth’s Passage
Upon a morning filled with chirping birds, a great wandering heart opened its arms to embrace a wholly new day.
From the shadows, an expected fire fell into the sky, a bright orb rising from the tops of the great trees surrounding a damp meadow.
A flood of brightness filled the earth with pale amber light ransomed from a tiger’s eye and set within the halo of the sphere.
Happy thoughts came freely walking, yet captured between walls of soft leather, sleeping words came alive, charming a willing heart.
A gentle smile quickly hides behind a small hand, which becomes a graceful threshold to hold cherished words at bay.
The delicate doorway is misleading for behind it the most dynamic smile is at rest and if loosed would eclipse the great tiger’s eye.
Dark ruby lips wait in the shadows, set upon a field of cream, surrounding the white gate, behind which all the beauty of intellect lies.
Golden brown windows set in milky white, are filled with distant dreams, sparkling as sunlight upon the water.
Gleaming pinions make a regal crown gathered from the robes of midnight, borrowed from the dark angel’s wings.
The poet’s dulcet hand has bewitched her thoughts and guided them upon the bright waves of a love filled sea.
All can be found there, all but the face of her lover, for he is yet unknown, his beauty unseen.
His eyes appear gray and unfathomable, his face as fleeting as wind, his heart song is silent to her ears.
Dreams would now sleep until he calls to her again and awakens her by whispering the mysteries hidden behind the veil of his eyes.
Light mood needs no apology, for true passion finds rest, virtue is its mother and eternal hope its father.
With the last word the great volume closes, its words slumbering again, until another wanderer awakens them, in another time.
Their potency will rest between the soft brown walls dreaming of capturing another sweet heart.
Sturdy legs easily dance the floating bridge, which is the portal between the worlds, true and imagined.
Beautiful Darkness passes a mural of white suspended over a sward of celedon grass, bordering life and safety.
Graceful Darkness, dancing to unheard music, weaves through billowing white sails, only to kiss ruddy stones.
Darkness is lost upon an ocean of white, while lithe hands fly and music is born to hang upon the breeze only for a sweet moment of time.
Love has many sisters and beautiful as well, with crowns golden and brown with dreamy lazuline panes in company with emeralds.
Angelic faces are gathered round, full of life’s sweetness as innocent wonder feeds a blaze of desire in every heart.

Light in the Darkness

As she touched the golden harp, beautiful music resonated from the vibrating strings, sending bright waves of splendor in all directions. Singing Light was drifting through the night as if it were a lazy shower of illuminated dreams, searching for something lost long ago,  filling the fleeing darkness with a magical shimmering, driving ancient shadows further into the darkness. The singing light would travel to distant shores of unknown worlds endlessly circling exotic fires.How fair is this place, caught between the deep sea of night and the complete joy of an endless mind? The deep has fallen in love with prevailing beauty, cast fearlessly upon the black hours of darkness. Here, in stygian darkness, She cast forth hungry light, devouring the blackness of silence that permeates the endless void, surrounding the flowing silver ship that is filled with the hopes and dreams of a precious life. The ship drifted easily, as if it were only a soft pillow, cradling her beautiful head upon a silken bed, she was awash in the mind of her lover.

The eternal void had spoken her true name while she sweetly dreamed, in the peaceful darkness he had softly taken her in his arms and found the secret place within her heart and quietly filled it……