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My Fortress

If one moment would build my fortress
I pray this fortress to be granite
formed of your body
Sealed
resting within your walls
Cool, smooth
my fingers and lips delight
Quickened breath
gliding your tower’s
soft glow of unending night
Consciousness lost beneath
starry waterfall’s liquid
fluttering kiss

Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998

Brave Men

      Eyes closed, we listen
      As sister wind kisses our ears
      Embedding melodies, born of mountain tops
      Reverberating through centuries.
      Crystallized snow forms notes ringing clear
      While nesting eagles strike honor’s harmony
      In dignity, soaring on mighty wings
      The solace of their cry, envelopes.
      Could we but drift into this land, sublime!
      Reign of peace
      Empowering men of heart
      To walk with respect
Amid flowers
      Scenting their air
      Shaping their path
      Guiding their way.

Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998

Her Refuge


Sunlight raining lucent platinum kisses
down pearly silken strands
sweeping her shoulders
Sweet cherry blossoms, gingerly strewn
drift silently, on an almost still pond
Her white lace sleeve innocently dangles
a woodland fawn heart
While at bay, the honey bee flirts
with lips, soft heather
captive of passion’s breath
She ascends her hillside
lilly-of-the-valley white
floating on mint green waves
eyes blurred, seesawing
This is her refuge
held tight
lest she awaken
to a world grown wild

Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998

Tin Cup


Tin cup
to shell a pittance in
for the snaggle toothed lady
of Tear Stained Glen.
In darkness
hobbling on her way
down Cobblestone Street
to her castle of play.
And play
does the rain
on cardboard roof
till love’s wrinkled face lays wet.

Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998

Long Ago Rocks


Long ago, Great Spirit
lowered his strong hand
lifted a mighty bolter
and carved great rivers
through this land

Once we spoke
with sticks and rocks
of His proud expressive face
pathes to our enlightenment
which now, seems out of place

With sticks, we drew
to map our hunt
and show our noble braves
displaying courage to brother bear
in torch lit, musky caves

Now,
I see your foreign stick marks
“Alphabet letters”, I am told
I see these lines that wander
yet, no image do they hold.
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998

Palm Silhouettes


I watch darkness
caressing the sky
distant storms gently weep
serenading palm silhouettes.
They dance
as wing-spread lovers
through deep purple veils
lost in passion’s vestal glow.

Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998

Sleeping Babe


Sometimes in twilight
lavender fingers veil navy skies
heaven's music sighs to my heart
and I feel your touch so close
sleeping as a babe
held within my essence
clouds unbearably gray
cotton my throat
and I utter not a sound
my air
swallowed by softness
all I see
all I feel
held by the hand
of this sleeping babe
in the fiery moon
of my heart

Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998


The Garden of Grasses - Literary Unveilings


Indiscretions


Ghostly fingers rip
my soul, melting away
to flood my eyes.
Sun's warmth lost
in a bitter whirlpool
spun by my tongue.
Merciless waves
backwash indiscretion
as I drown
in lonely reproach.
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998

My New Belt


My mind springs shut.
Steel jaws crush my words
and blood leaves a trail
to nieve heads
lining the wall
with braggart's shame
Relentless
your coiled body strikes
till the mongoose bringing peace
and I tie you 'round my waist.
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998


Trapped In Your Eyes


Trapped in your eyes
silent voices erupt
varied tones
rising from the depths
uncompromissed unison
heard only by lovers
lying as one
in the valley of the moon
A journey through ages
of tribal enticement
Bright colored plumes
dance feverish in my mind
licking flames, burning hot
tease the night sky
ejaculating comets
to sink beneath waves
cooled by waters of life
trapped inside your eyes
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998


Rendered In A Glance


      Planets align and ignite
      Trinity forms heaven's light
      Riding waves in moon-struck night
      A dove sailing oceans, delights

      Rockets flare
      on a lovely dare
      as planets prance
      in twilight air
      swirling to the dance
      of the blissful pair
      rendered in a glance!
(First stanza written by A Dove
and the second stanza by soft`rain.)
Copyright © September 10, 1998


At 44


At 44 I crack the door
listening to what "elders" say
They raise their brows and analyze
my merry songs of play
Then, contemplate the mischief wrought
should I be allowed to stay.
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998


Their Mark


"Little One
stand on your feet.
The council summons
a child to meet.
Hide that grin
you wayward girl
or inquisitions
they will hurl."
Slowly entering
their vaulted room 
massive mahogany
air of a tomb
Bright centered beam
on one lone chair
as a thundering voice
says, "Sit right there."
Luminous eyes
stare from the dark
I twitching a bit.
My words, their mark!
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998


Old Mill Pond


      October, full mooned
      luminescent play of light
      on a satin eyed doe's warm breath
      Gilded blue-white diamond clouds
      lay in fluffy coldness
      under lean-legged hooves
      We watch in child-like awe
      as she analyzes stillness
      cautiously nearing the pond
      Staring wide-eyed
      as autumn night's wind
      creeks the old water wheel
      Black velvet nose skimming water
      she slowly takes her fill
      Then bounds as lightning into the mist
      Quietly huddling close to driftwood walls
      musky rafters' hoot owl eyes
      dissect our movement
      Screeched disapproval
      from swishing wings
      left silent smiles
      as hand in hand
      the mill stone warms
      to our touch
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998


Drizzled Rain



Drizzled rain
resurrects vast emotions
Hidden longings
steeped in unfulfilled decades
Jesuit aberrations footprint
mystical nights
As tormented lips whisper
breast-feeding
sensual desires
Dawn mocks
with open-eyed vagueness
Oneness lost
to a world of retrospect’s
drizzled rain
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998


Simple Thoughts


      In the beginning, there was nothing
      Or, was there?
      What animal might we be
      that pearls should remain hidden?
      Do these words speak to children
      temporary fill for a void
      of inconceivable concepts?
      The circle
      Where does it begin?
      Is the end an edge of the whole?
      What comprises thought
      and its origin?
      Are there no elements to thought?
      Do they exist within
      a non-existent force?
      Non-existent thoughts of life
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998


Illusions


      Quietly listening
      songbirds line hidden rafters
      Wind whistling
      moonlit horizion sings Braham’s
      Leaves falling
      barren limbs scratch the mind
      Revealing
      tree felled streams
      Damned illusions
      of night
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998


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