elo69 Poetry (189)

cocooned in birdsong
moth of the sun cast wings daylong
a flight of summer days
shining torch of golden blaze
they last so long
but each been carried by the others along
tell all the pages turned
and like are youth it burned
bright as souls in the wind

lonely as the wind she sung
while petals petals from her hand were strung
voices in a dream they say
never seem to fade away
memory's made of love
those now left to walk above
what then left of day
for all been made of clay
my Goddess a summer night
eternal as the moon pure light

dreams a silent rose her whispers
the mask upon this tear
playing songs of waters sisters
always close but never near
cool as green grass
and bright as blue sky
been haunted by your love
in statue made of ice
kissing morning sun

wind of breadth,of depth within her depth,the step
a kiss for love the song will speak in words convex
so many lines to a rose,and every shade a garden
like hearts kaleidoscope moving gems of minds awareness
with walls so shear and high of cut glass windows painted red
by sunrise and sunset when the sky had risen and fallen
but it was never me that turned
laying here with my dreams in a coffin full of sand

wild flowers build tall towers
speaking whispers to the moon
which will be here soon
shining with silver lights tune
on forest of glades where hearts are made
by light on leaf or soul been swayed
rising on the still water,pictures of beauty's maid
but there from her eye a tear will fall
like these words upon this wall
and every spell is broken
by whispers of lips which spoke them
now only waves in the water
returning again in stillness

motes before the wave in tower to the sun we run
round circle made of leaves adorning bracelet made of eve's
shone of hearts light on box without mirrors
thus the need for tears
how they adorn the dust on this trail
thy sins of the fathers dreams in mans own words
lay broken in a grave of elephants bones
unforgotten

we are all children here,is it so hard to be kind

Love hath flown seasons on hearts soft wing,feathers wight touch her song will sing. Pure an bright home in light shine for thy soul,wind her voice becalming spring.

Lay this mans tears unto beauty's soft pearl gilded breast,with hands gold glow. Tears river soar in well,fates angel speaking words there by sea bestow.

Love hath held hope shining heavens step rise angels voice above mountain. Stone upon stair echo pours her soft lace moving dreams endless fountain.

with bird songs moving the wind
the grace of her limbs will bend
discipline unto passion blend
steps which her feet had penned
the motions of are heart ascend
what avatar of beauty send
each gesture the breath of stars attend
secrets as the scarfs descend

petals from this flowers bole
leaping through eyes of mystery's khol
to lie naked on the soul
with smoke from the drum and sitars scroll
where she dances on that risen knoll
hearts through time been led to shoal
like children looking on with dream extoll
caught in the net of Beauty's pull

O' burning rose scented scarlet night
the hands you weave set to lips of light
fever you turn no words can write
yet move as you twist in loves delight
a feather on the sun alight
a pyre immortal burning bold and bright
cascades her hair setting seasons to flight
by steps of her feet ignite

sculpt of stone shade
dreams in marble laid
edge of soul on lace
folds of a masters grace
bold with subtle form
so far beyond the norm
did you close your eyes
whispering fingers
on loving stone