To the memory of those once raised
Upon the dais of my dreams
Your smile, once radiant, time has phased
Into the glow of moted beams.
Your laugh, once rang a clarion call
And now falls on his worthy ears.
Your love, once warm as sunlit Fall
Has graced me not for passing years.
He will not hold you e'er as close,
Or need you quite as urgently.
He will not ( Read more... )

I will walk with my love in the dark of the wood,

her hand clasped in mine as silently we range

through copses of cedar whose backs have long stood

as witness to chords in the songs of creation.

We will listen to whispers above and below,

for the footfalls and rustling of residents there.

The murmurs of wind and of waters run slow

Giving voice to the ( Read more... )

She comes to me like the unveiling of the harvest moon from behind slow moving clouds. Her smile gives me strength, the depth of her kiss giving me breath. She is, for these fleeting moments, home and in my arms. Her laugh fills my heart, the proximity of her giving me constant, tender, gentle affection ( Read more... )

Her hazel eyes, light in the center and brown at the edges, radiate love like a hooded lamp in the dark of an evergreen wood at night ( Read more... )

The LED floodlights next door cast blue light through the curtains, an illumination as cold as the air coming from the wall unit below the window. The bed was warm, like the smile of the beauty in it. If the light of that smile could be transformed into illumination the room would be lit like a tropical beach, warm and inviting. Even without ( Read more... )

In my life to this date I have loved 4 women. Lessons did I learn, in the cycle of these loves. Some quiet lessons, some fiery lessons, all needful to my growing soul ( Read more... )

I walk, my eyes undone by so much beauty. Absinthe tinted leaves bob gamely ( Read more... )

Our ending did not come with one blow to overwhelm us. It came in a thousand tiny cuts, like lingchi, each fight shorter than the last. Until the final cut, inflicted on a relationship so badly battered that it felt like a mercy stroke at first, a blow with years of tension coiled in the backswing. A softly spoken request, laying bare the nicked ( Read more... )

On his namesake day, under heavy laden cloud filled skies, Thor strikes his anvil to celebrate the joy that we create together. Her energy and quiet grace fill the small, dark room, her dark eyes flashing with affection in dim and gloom, her beauty like Freyja, radiant as her missing Brìsingamen, my majestic shieldmaiden. Our kisses move away ( Read more... )

A litany of loving proclamations, given sweet like prayers or supplications, breathing growing life into tender dedications, easing, pleasing, teasing, soothing to this fractured soul of mine ( Read more... )