Nightsong Softly whispers the night. Whispers my name. Calls to me, tugging gently on my soul. "let me wrap around you" "let me lead the way." Wandering slowly, floating, drifting. Flying swiftly through the night,listening th e the night creatures having their say. Shadows linger, dark clouds swirl, Hidden, wrapped in darkness, free reign do i enjoy. Swooping, swirling, wind gently caressing, All around my face. Many marvels to wonder at, many ancient toys. The nightsong whispers to me, Calls my ancient name, "come dance with me" "come fly on my breath this night." To be free, to float, to drift, Seeking the secrets, the mysteries to be found. My consciousness to shift. Pure thought, Pure energy pure emotion, All these i find,drifting softly through the night, On silken wings of darkness, on an endless flight. To My Friend You know who you are, my special friend, My confidant, my secret keeper. Many shared whispers, many shared years, Laughter, hopeless love, tears. Lost dreams, lost memories, lost treasure, No sacrifice, Abandoned love, Sacred trust, fear flying on the night. To want ,to yearn, to desire To hold, to touch, so close But not in sight. The pain burns deep, when love is lost, a friend a drift, goodbye. We live we learn we walk All we can do is try. To take one step at a time, denying what we feel, Hoping against hope, that we will join again At the turn of the next wheel. Always, I will carry you with me, until the end of time, My heart, my friend. my cosmic partner, you will always be mine Blue SECRETS Do you dare to know me? To look behind the mask the world sees? Can truth be shared? Or must i laugh and hide from the light of day? Can you feel me? The real me? The yearning, the passion? Can you stand the heat? Or must i bury it deep? Do you dare to try to understand the ways of m e? To see beyond the civil role i play? Do i dare to trust you? Do i dare to dream? To find passion and understanding, compassion, but not greed? Do you dare to stare into these eyes , to see the soul that hides? Can you face it? Should i allow it? Do we dare indeed? Blue She waits.. In a fortress of her own making, She waits... Worlds ebb and flow around her steadily and still, She waits... Observant and seeking, wishing, reaching, She waits... Space, time and men's minds, expanding, contracting, cycles flowing,moving, eroding and still , She waits... Fore her soul yearns for her true love, hidden now from her sight, a debt to pay, a sacrifice, She waits... Quietly , She hungers, denied her love,endless compassion for others, but lacking for her soul. For a burning love so deep it scorches the soul, She waits... Til the end of time, when they will stand together, hand in hand, love only for one another, She waits.
Blue IF If I could give you one thing, It would be a gift of sight, So you could see yourself as I do, through my eyes. That you could feel, with my heart, all that you make me feel. That you Would know what I know, that love is freely felt and given. That shared memories, quiets smiles across an unknowing room, and acceptance matters. If I could share one thing with you, it would be time spent with you, walking,. learning, leaning, supporting, finding a way to make all peaceful and right. If I could give you one thing. I would give you my love. The Night The night, she calls to me, an urgent siren's song of temptation and need. To be free, flying on wings of silken darkness, brushed by errant breezes, hearing the night's song echoing with the beating of my heart. Shadows clinging, harshness of truth forbidden.The night, she sings to me of freedom, of abandon, of joy. Dipping into the mysteries, she hides her secrets well, An illusion, a soft place. The night, she demands her share. Wrapped in silence, the world of normal slumbers, but the night, she calls to me, an urgent siren's song of temptation and need. To be free, to soar through the chilly night air,to dance with dragons in spirals by firelight, to delve into the secret world of hidden and denied passion. To be embraced fully by the night. Blue 9/02 Zing In a cold distant place, a yearning heart waits! Behind a cool mask, held at arms length, a questing mind seeks a companion. To need, to feel, to constantly reach for a kindred soul. An understanding, a click! A connection, a triggered response. ZING! A hunted destiny............... A haven found. PONDERS Out of all the things to impress me, A clever mind takes first place. A questing heart that seeks truth, sets the pace. Intelligent eyes speak of a boundless soul. Ancient knowledge an exciting thing. To feel a kin-ness, a closeness of body and mind is great. To banter, to laugh, to chew over, to debate. To speak of love, religion, friends, fate. There's more to life, more to love then the surface most seek. For when the colors fade and the petals fall, what will remain? Hopefully substance, Foundation and strength, and pure truth for us to speak. Blue 9/22/02
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