Poetry by Cynthia Proctor
(AKA - A Dove)
For the touch of her angel adorned in light.
Tender yearnings her heart emits
Longing for the angel, beside her to sit.
Fireflies greetings accompany her wait
As she searches the darkness, which echoes her fate.
From the distance a flutter of wings draw near
Sparking visions of one who has grown most dear.
Compelled by emotions the dove must go
From her cloak of shadows, to the moonbeams' glow
To sit with her angel, embraced by love
In a dreamland where seraphs hover above.
This land, untouched by time it seems
Allows her spirit to glisten with dreams;
Dreams of a oneness secured in his wings
Dreams of such beauty, her heart now sings
A song of desire, compassion, and love
Floating softly through darkness, exposing the dove.
Creature of prey, talons drawn in the night
Dives toward her song in swiftest flight.
The talons' aim are true.
So, the reaper awaits his due.
A drift of snow now blankets the dove
As her soul, in its journey, soars high above
To a beautiful land, which shines like the sun
To dance with her angel...
Her journey is done.
Forever Thine 
a gentle man did walk,
Through streets of rolling thunder,
‘neath a dismal concrete sky.
Emptiness circling ‘round his heart,
in dismay he continues to walk,
Past factories and craze filled malls,
past eyes too hardened to see.
Onward, and outward till he sees a tree,
Coaxing, "Sit...Take comfort ‘neath me.
Your legs will move no more".
Gazing back from this hillside,
the city casts a glow,
Twinkling in silence,
now softer to behold.
His weary, lowered voice proclaims,
"No one hears... No one cares !!"
Then, sinking against the great oak’s trunk,
eyes closing, his mind begins to ease.
Darkness unfolds it’s blanketing mist,
fogging his mind with rhythmic swirls.
Almost unheard, a whisper echoes,
"I hear, my love. I care.
Make free your spirit.
Take my hand.
I beckon thee,
enter, into my land."
Reaching... drawn...
into the mist,
Extending his hand,
their finger tips kiss.
"This land, I leave you,
holds the heart that was mine.
Its spirit,
its soul,
beats
Forever Thine."
Guiding in, the maiden fair, to rest upon your skin.
Dew dipped breath surrenders her kiss upon your lips.
Eyes, now partially waking, pause to linger in her smile.
Hands caress your face, as her eyes enter your soul.
Long, silky locks glide on your chest, a memory to hold.
Daylight, I implore you, seek not first light’s demise.
Grant one eternal moment lost within love’s sighs.
A secret resting place, hidden in thine heart.
Treasured moments make warm my bed.
Soft be night’s arms caressing my skin
Invisible breeze gliding past as a kiss.
Thou hast vanquished the fiery beast.
Now stands before me the unicorn, meekly bowing his head.
Beware! To touch his brow should abolish this dream.
Resist then, close eared to the sound.
Abide, guardian of night’s passageway
To keep lit and weed thy narrowing path.
Shed love’s tear for both, the night and the unicorn
Remaining to the night... In love.
Why do you guard so feverishly?
Must your army stand fully clad
‘Neath majestic, star laced skies?
You strangle my throat of speech and breath
Reflecting a serpents image!
Does the treasure you endeavored to protect
Lie untouched by harms sword?
Whence comes the stain
Soiling this satin pillow?
Life’s been so long, and I’ve grown too old.
Kiss my lips one last time.
Whisper the lie that you are mine.
Let me remember the games we played
Giggling and laughing the hours away.
Let me remember the night we knew
Nibbling kisses, the softness of you.
Let me remember your voice in the night
Gentle and tender till dawn’s misty light.
Let me remember the rain pouring down
Flooding our thoughts with words unfound.
Let me remember the touch of your soul
To keep me warm when my flesh turns cold.
Voices ring throughout the day, while the bell, it will not toll.
Quietly, darkness fills the land. Eyes no longer see.
Whispers summon a chain bound heart, inviting it to be free.
Sweet is the promise of lasting rest. Warm is the breath of the beast.
Deep is the pain inside the shell. Of the oyster, make your feast.
Lead on to the depths of the ocean's cold waters to embrace.
A heart too week to linger, in this world, has no place.
Daylight dons a shadow, granting momentary rest.
In slumber, diamonds lace the night. Strong wings sail the skies
Invoking heart’s desires, etched within love’s eyes.
An olive branch, from time now past, lends sweetness to the wine
Delivering forth her promise, to remain forever thine.
Your face shines through me
I hear the music, eternal
Your voice whispering in my heart
You touch me
And I am alive! Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998
Sour notes from today’s discord, heard by ears straining to hear no more
Eyes weary, aimlessly seeking release
Drums beat my head. Twirling, I spinning to their sound
‘Til the CLAP of silence dives deep into my chest
My breath runs shallow, immercing my soul in the river of peace
Sweeping me toward the pool, where once we played
I rise, clean, greeting night’s air
Brief, was my glimmer in moonlight
fireflies, fairies, glow amid waterlillies
Giggling glee, playing games of tag
Emptiness echoes it’s solitary cry
My eyes flutter
And in haloed form
You appear
Entering my soul
Drying my tears
Waking my senses
Again
Lost in oneness
Heart of my heart
Love of my life
Lord of my dreams Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998
Silence
pale blue
longing of words, unheard
hoping, maybe tonight
stars alignment will again ignite
setting aglow
all desires waiting
securely nested in my heart
Greeted by not a sound
from one who commands
all elements of life
My lord stands exalted
empowered by love
openly granted
my seal of purest gold
crown adorning his brow
ruler of my land
Words I write
echo pledge to his will
enchanting dreams
proclaim this beauty
formed in songs of my heart
though uneducated form
hinders view of my delight
love's wine overflows my glass
staining deep red
my table
soaking dried crumbs
brushstroking my floor
deepest red
My lord's roses bloom
softly touching my nose
engulfing my mind
their heavenly fragrance
creating songs
ascending breezes
through the firmament
Until I wonder
does this voice squeal
into my lord's ears?
Should my lips remain silent
or in whispered voice
sing only to him?
Yet
I hear no sound
Thus,
I remain silent
awaiting my lord's return. Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998
Demitasse Cups
haunted by the feel of his existence
Somewhere, lost in time
pale moonlight exposed images
Shadowlands, of which I had no knowledge
My pillow
moist beneath my head
My skin
cool, damp, apprehensive
Cotton vines entangle my body
Pulling me
turning my sight
In an instant
you are here
We are children
hair combed by the breeze
Giggling, laughing, speaking in rhythm
As demitasse cups boast our grown-up tea time
‘Til our cups, sit empty, and we lay in the grass
Smiling, naming the clouds as they pass
Evening draws near, while shadows grow
Reflective starlight, closing our eyes
Nuzzling side by side
Hold me close
Don’t let me go
In daylight, you'll be no more
But, sharp, rings the thief
stealing this dream
My eyes refuse
holding at bay
The End
knowing, fulwell, they must open
Depressed vision, blurred
I can fight
no more
Thick lashes part
but my lips form a smile
As your body, I find
resting, here
By my side Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998
Author - Cynthia Proctor
Copyright © 1998
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