Rich are the optics of the well liked, Dark are the same closets, For everyone holds a darkness within, A twisted form of ourselves, Some take pride, Some fear it, Some work to overcome it, While others seek to perfect it, Our nature, the true nature, The soul of our being, That is the true…
Tag: Nature
Dream
Down by the spring she bent her head, Drinking deep of the crystal water, Fed from mountain springs, Deep bellow the holy mountains, Rising and glancing around, She arcs her beautiful lochs, Shroud of brown hair falling over, her bare chest, Around her curvy belly, Acting as a fair dressing gown, Softly stepping from mossy…
Your Love
Spread out over bed, Her arms covered, White satin lined by, Strips of silver, Faux fox fur, Black raven hair, Locked in style, Framing ocean blue, Eyes of crystal, Flowing through caverns, Into her intelligent, Radiant thought patterns, Radiating through her, Sexy delicate touch, Caressing your shoulders, Whispering into ear, Luring you to slumber, Her…
Goddess of Owlkind
Whispered hair with starlight eyes, Sparkling vision blurring lines, Reality shifting in the background, As anxiety builds bubbling as butterflies, Shifting realms into existance, Owls hoot overhead, While fungal trees sway to their song, Swaying tither and too, Dancing to the dark tune, Moon goddess rising overhead, Formulating her master plan, Owls shifting their gaze,…
Journey
Falling to the ground, Screaming at the air, Piercing the wall of silence, Sound wave, sonic silence, Falling to the ocean, Swimming with the fish, Organizing plastic waste returns, Angels floating over earthly paradise, On air plane wings, Of heavenly delight, Singing loud and proud, A baritone of harmony, In the ocean of the sky,…
Mountain Road
Face pressed against ice cold fogged window pane, Little nose creased wide smile engaged, Bright eyes twinkle with childhood desire, Staring at the beautiful, Twin wheel, double turbo, bell and whistle package, Red bicycle, double card pack, triple aces in the wheel, Followed by the Joker, tied to the rear hazard light, Feet pressed, legs…
A True Life Experience
Mid-80’s Summer, hot sun beamed day, Cool mountain breeze, on Putney Mountains peak, Soft whisper of branches waving to me, Little boy of no more than five, The forest calling to me, Enchanting voice filling me with promises, The red apple of delight, The sweet nectar for me to suckle, As it drew me into…
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