Crystal Serenade

When the house is silent
save those hearts which beat
inside its old walls
and give it life

would you know
a ray of hope flickers in the sky
or,
has it been too long since
you dared to dream?

I see a sea of stars
across the universe and
question puzzles there
all waiting, to be solved
Here, amid the Arctic freeze
now with fresh white snow
to reflect upon

I’m dazzled by its light of
pure unbound beauty
while songs of winter lure me into
their crystal serenade.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

I love hearing ice outside crackle. It almost sings as the sunlight begins at first, to warm it and it starts to move, before it melts.
Yes, we had a White Christmas  :)…. enough snow then to have to shovel, yesterday.

P.S. Although I love to see fresh snowfall I do not like to shovel it, nor (as I badly broke both tib & fib across on my ankle on ice in Jan 2007 and have a metal plate & screws to hold it all together) I like seeing ice through the window but due to that break and nearly 6 months before I could walk properly, am scared to death now to walk on it.

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dVersePoets OpenLinkNight #24

Mind Games

In all honesty
I expected something
but life has shown
(once again)
I ought not to
have at all.

I am the shadow of love
where once, I was its
sparkle in her eyes

But

Nothing is lost
because

she was not who
I thought she was

Just the figment of a yearning
that simply played games
in my mind.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo      *All rights reserved

The promt is the photograph and the thoughts we take from it. At first I thought she was wearing a fake beard *rolls eyes* until I enlarged the picture to discover it’s a bow around her neck. Apparently her husband (the photographer) liked to play with shadows and light.

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Poetry Pantry #80

Until it Ends

The deepest hum of life reverberates
through crystal silence
sending shivers to trace my spine
with welcome repetition.

Winds of change blow soft
across unwinding streams
in me, with ripple effect.

The heart plays music of its own
to shooting stars
chasing shadows on the moon
from settling in to spoil the mood.

The nights consort
joins me in soul embrace
shares her ambient glow
so that I (in all good grace)
may fly once more
yielding to the joys of life
until such time it ends.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo     *All rights reserved

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Forever for Always

The flavour of love plays cold
across my tongue
no sweetness now in dawn’s moist kiss
to lips of a dying rose.

Winter renders everything
immobile
Dormant.

The road to here filled
with blood, sweat, and tears
anger, pain and sorrow
Yet even then
(because of love)
I seek no retribution for it all.

In close proximity to Earths
sweet breath, I too, breathe now
within her harmonies
A silent witness looking in
on the emptiness of their
lost souls.

No, I seek no revenge for
tortures of the past even
unto the final closing of eyes
For the heart knows that
ancient truths do not lie
in causing yet more harm.

The task remains the same

Contemplate, absorb, sift
thank them for the pain
for, it’s that pain which teaches
us the lesson

then, move on

forever for always
Onward.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

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Poets United Poetry Pantry #79

Through the mist Clearly

At times I come undone
stitches holding fabric together
unravel, slacken
and I stumble
over the trailing pieces.

But it’s the mistakes I make
which make me human
fallible
fragile
As I curl into a ball from yet more pain
amid the other smoldering embers.

At times my soul reaches out too far
touches an emptiness of air
expecting something else to
meet me in the void.

Still…

The clock of life never stops
tick tock, tick tock
(Who invented clocks anyway!)

Other times
I can see through the mist clearly
that what is meant to be

…Is what exists.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo         *All rights reserved

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Poetry Picnic #17

Contemplation

Words yet to be written
thoughts adrift
wander to a promise made
and kept unto the
living end.

A trip to hell
where the devil smiled
yet deeper in the realm
Heaven’s Angel’s waited
to reprieve
with beautiful light
repeating

‘there will be no fear.’

The lightest kiss to waiting lids
sensual touch to please
brush of hair with fingertips
look that opens windows to
welcome waiting souls.

A sigh.

No, there will be no more tears
as immortal love only strengthens
us through irresistible waves
of calm.

~*~

Daydreamertoo *All rights resereved

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Poetry Pantry #71

Luna

What draws me to you
(reasons unclear)
a powerful persuassion.
As water has always moved
seeps into uneven breathing
finds those spaces I run and hide
and lures me from the edge.

None but the brave choose
to tarry in their thoughts
of you and yet,
I fall over and over
…mesmerized
as you wend and weave
those realms of light
across the water’s keen
and chill winds blow
toward the end of day.

La Luna
Sweet, sweet lady of the night
you’ve always held me
in your spell
and I,
I come willing
Captive to the mystique and charm
of your prelude to infinity

~*~

© Daydreamertoo      *All rights reserved

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Tears of a Rose

Reflections dance here and there
across the waters pure
luring thoughts to once was love
of a butterfly
capricious in mood
…so flighty.

Love never says goodbye.

Passion showed in the reddest
red glow of heart’s and soul’s
on fire
every word and every line
a flame of deep desire.

But,
hunger grows a chasm
a great divide
words now relegated to a
place of shrugged indifference

and, what of joy and sorrow
each a part of yesterday
(God grant there’ll be a tomorrow)
to get it right, again.

To ride the crest of waves
turn circles in a sea of air

watch lips open
… expectant

while petals await their first kiss of dew
to present them as gifts
from the heart
bequeathed as tears of a rose.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo   *All rights reserved

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Perfect Union

Come,
stay a while.

The ink is ready
book, open
its pages, blank
await
the sharing of a dream.

You walk in
and a summer breeze
then visits, too
sharing the fragrance of you
as it lifts the curtains
and my skin reacts
(as if to dancing butterflies)
from that ethereal touch.

Time waits for no-one
and, I’m not getting any younger
so, fill your cup with
the abundance of my love
or,
let it overflow with all
that it holds of life
and neither a borrower
nor a lender be
just, come
sit,
I’ll captivate
and you can
share these thoughts with me.

Let’s record a little history
against a backdrop of
starry skies and moonbeams.

Ah,
to partake in these simplest
of pleasures
is heaven and earth’s
Perfect Union
(to me)

~*~

© Daydreamertoo         *All rights reserved

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Would’ve loved to have entered this to Jenny Matlock Saturday centus but, my Soul felt the need to speak more than 25 words, sorry Jenny. lol
A brief P.S. to The Saturday Centus, the good and kind hearted Jenny told me to go ahead and post it as a centus, anyway, so, I did~! Thank you jenny. 🙂

Stepping Stones

STEPPING STONES

Without backward glance
in sunlight, she looks toward tomorrow
with smiles like a breeze
on warmer days than these.

Little things give silent strength

a harmony of accepting that
which is…

Is.

Past is past.

The beat of one moment hangs on
fragile lines in a spider-web
along the strands of time.

Those souls we touch
are but stepping stones

Sometimes
we are the stepper
Sometimes
we are the stone

always moving forward
to fulfill our destiny.

Yesterdays fantasies turn to dust
in tenuous reflections from
the living stream
where we all play center stage
in this prelude to infinity.

~**~

© Daydreamer Too        *All rights reserved

 

Just some thoughts on how opportunity knocks. Sometimes we are the stepper and others who touch our lives ensure that we move forward and, sometimes we are the stone, which in turn allows others who touch our lives to go forward from their having met us.

Shared at: Jenny Matlock Saturday Centus within the stone

and at Jingle Poetry Pot Luck
And: Sunday Scribblings 272 – Opportunity

The Long Goodbye

THE LONG GOODBYE

Oh, how I love it
and,
here it comes again

My beloved soft-fall rain.

It trickles and tickles
slowly through my hair
then,
touches naked skin and
sets the flesh to tingle

…So alive.

In my solitude
(save my four-legged friend
wandering at will)
I watch the waters dance
in wonder
as ripples grow in perfect
plip-plop circles

…So soothing.

Don’t tell me
there is a difference
between fire and ice.
For, doesn’t each one burn
(sometimes with exquisite pain)
to remind us all of passion.

Drifting
in those plip-plop pools
of quiet contemplation
thoughts wander too, as they will

Even now,
do we already speak the
language of the Angels
once we’ve surrendered all to love

and,

Do we meet at the first hello
or,
is it really
the first long goodbye.

~**~

©Daydreamer Too          *All rights reserved

 

Author’s note:  No, we never really say goodbye.
If I have nowhere in particular to go, I’ve always loved walking in a warm soft rain.  Always found it very soothing.

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