Poems
Dreams bound me to some light
fond memories of a tender night
we felt wild in rapture to hear
breathing on each others ear
echoes of each touch enrol
united pleasure of the soul
time is the thief who wants to get
cloudless memories never to forget
gentle touching spirit spent
Noblest
frailty
Stormy
waters hearts desire
sweet
tears to admire
Excited
waves in calm together
impulse
emotion weather
Pain
and pleasure passing rides
shores
stretching tides
The
heart that takes no refusal
from
the heavens daily usual
Loves
virtue carries very far
pardon
is the name of the star
Simplicities
genuine beauty
faith
and its ever presents duty
Lady
Mary Berkeley
Once,
long time ago a Lady of grace and elegance,
her
child and spouse in glamorous remembrance.
Lord
Grey in spell of love by Mary’s sister Henrietta’s magic.
Heartbroken
and in despair with baby girl alone,
took
her life and child falling from the tower like a stone.
The
Castle already haunted by spirits from the dungeon,
crying
female voices and rotten smells very pungent.
In
her beautiful dress she walks the dark corridor,
surging
in courteous fate for her husband therefore.
A
friend of mine and phenomenon fanatic,
invited
me to this
We
arrived at a misty
are
those spirits already aware of our intend.
Walking
in this majestic place through history,
feeling
chased by my own step noise mystery.
I
dreamed that night to be with Lady Mary,
holding
her porcelain face very wary.
Such
a sweet and gorgeous virtuous soul,
slowly
turning her veins into color coal.
Waking
up, I feel in love with this beauty
wanted
to know all her historic duty.
Warned
by my friend of ghost camouflage,
nothing
more but an emotional mirage.
My
mind played all searching possibility,
convinced
that my heart will change her debility.
To
set her free from the pain of grieve,
giving
her soul the deserved peace to receive.
In
my vain attempt I wrote a little prayer,
that
with God one is never alone, sooth sayer.
Stuck
that note behind her portrait in gold,
believing
that it has consequences bold.
Many
months later I received a letter by courier,
with
golden letters looking superior.
Words
of gratitude and faith to see,
“I
will wait for you my love,
Lady B”
Sphere of love
Love forms into exiting visions everywhere
culminate to the love of formless sphere.
The world is the dreamer’s rainbow for sure
miracles, when you don’t need them anymore.
Space is born and may esteem to might
lovers and its wings in majestic flied.
Concealed in subtle desires and reason blind
chemistries tender times and places to find.
Undeniable wondrous childlike mind
reawaken more or less that magic kind.
Formless space as magic to embrace
sensing youth in a glowing face.
The waiting for that dare to venture
when this sphere opens door to enter.
Generous nature and story fare
divine synchronicity is taken care.
Timeless sphere and magic of evermore
enchanted light shines through that door.
Luminous images in dept of dreams
that can divert all thoughts it seems.
Embracing sphere no miracle here to see
souls senses sacred temper to be free.
Sensuous act of love revelation
dreaming texture of ‘You’ as sensation.
Tears of the Moon
The legend speaks of a healing reflection,
light that preserves inward perfection.
Luminous sap in moonshine elixir,
eternal womb sustained in a tear.
Silent voice shape shifting flow,
water of mercy and compassion beau.
endurance not knowing to be afraid.
Beyond all withered conception,
drifting along virtues conviction.
Love dissolved in the sea of pure,
mystic reasons awaken life for sure.
Gracious moon and mother of dreams,
sensuous sphere and its tangible schemes.
Soft touch in still and everywhere,
milk
of insomnia filling crisp air.
Charms of beams quenched in stardust,
beauty
of caring stories all entrust.
Love
unspoken and cream of fate,
dreaming
searches and road we take.
Divine
paradox heart soul journey,
grace
of space healing mercy.
Reasons
unknown gentle kind,
Moon
reflections and deity to find.
Dreamcatcher
Meaning of dreams, dark road to unseen
desire,
shadows of content and its hidden
fire.
Camouflaged images in deep level of
dreams,
defense mechanisms to censor of what
seems.
Anxiety allowed the ego does
recognize,
layers of many stories in one to
rationalize.
Symbolic language coherent
awareness,
intuitive
curious mentality in all fairness.
The dreamer as
observer, observed
detached
feelings preserved.
Conducting
dreams by focus admitted,
memories
interpretation unlimited.
Fingerprints of
dreams close to heart,
self-fulfilling
prophecies to know alert.
Fulfilling
the yearning of soul,
nuances
of direction towards the whole.
Aphrodite's dream
In the twilighted play of mysterious clouds of
air,
the image of Aphrodite revealed its golden
glare.
Transcending through the landscape of cloud,
beautiful, serene and proud.
In that splendor of serene light,
she looks like the empress of the night.
I look, but recognize no more familiarities to
my view,
my pathway became an enchanted avenue.
The very ground beneath my feet,
glistening marble paves the silent street.
On either side, behind and before,
the ocean stretches like a golden floor.
A moving light of amethyst,
shimmer reflections through the dome of mist.
In this beauties enlighten sphere,
she spoke to me so fare.
"Nothing will perish utterly, but only
perish to revive again".
Of hearts, that long have ceased to beat,
remain the memories in hearts that are, or are
to be.
Names that once filled the world with creative
muse,
build in verses, paintings or sculpture still
amuse.
Echoes of drama despair and search for the
ultimate love,
sometimes seen by some mirage from above.
Dreams or illusion, call them what you will,
divine senses will find its fill.
That rapture of the heart has a golden string
at hand,
holding on to it will lead us to the promised
land.
Vice
Those who acquaint themselves to that face,
and feel too ridiculed to embrace.
Learn its lessons, pass through and conquer,
hold sincerity by an golden anchor.
Progressive truth the water of life,
natural sound and virtues strive.
Captive love the struggle towards peace,
knot of attachments and its cease.
Penetrate that spirit by all means,
almighty soul and its inherited genes.
The body of love creates reciprocity,
providing vital wisdom beneficence.
When freedom leads to another captivity,
only the path of discipline leads to liberty.
Shadow of vice is evident but not existent,
the light of the truth the only consistent.
Genuine is the sincerity,
the noble heart and its charity.
To be wise by tolerance,
is the great love of life’s endurance.
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