| Gracefully flowing
Gliding across the open meadow Breeze dancing across long tresses Making waves like the sea through fields Scents of sweet lemongrass pass my way Fire burns within those glassy orbs Looking towards me Calling me near Butterflies flit to and fro Enhancing your beauty even more… Lips soft and billowy Like the cumulous clouds slipping over head The grace of your gentle passion Screams out to me Enveloping me Velvety soft you touch my cheek Tears of joy stream down my face Sun drenched Love blessed We are one. Willow 2003 |
| Pain!
Such despair! Anguish…so black! Wanting to crumble Curling into a ball like a child In your arms, crying until so dry Arid orbs! Ah… Now my strength returns Let me free you Give unto me your misery Let me gather this and toss it to the heavens So that only peace, love and happiness Swell within… Give it to me I’ll be your personal Jesus Your knight in shinning armor… If only for the moment Only a reminisce of memory remains You will be whole And in the end be filled with my love! My tides will wash over you Cleanse you… Lose yourself within my currents! Willow 2003 |
| Visions
Like butterflies dance through my mind Aromas of you flirt with my senses Tingling sensations Bursting…burning Deep within my abdomen What is this spell? This hold you have on me? We gather ourselves against the mighty oak Found once again For how long this time? Will eons pass before our souls cross again? Here is my lesson Review it Grade it Have I passed this timeless test? Zephyrus will carry me unto the sunset Until we meet again… Willow 2003 |
| Love Lost
How does the ocean feel when suddenly the beach is gone? Waves still form, Foam still blows, The restless energy built up in the passage of time Still yearns for release… But surprise! Out of the blue, the land is gone… Deep in its’ being the ocean knows The gift was always the whim of the land; To give or to with hold as it would But it had searched for so long And gone so far To finally feel that this may yet Prove to be the one that would endure The water hasn’t changed The currents still flow and ebb If by some chance, The sands would reform their haven And look outward to the yearning waves… Then maybe someday the two forces Could again be as one. Willow 2003 |
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