WinterAires Poetry (6)

As I Gazed


Passion...his passion,
I could see it,
Fear...I could see his fear,
Desire...I could see his desire,
I saw these things,
As I looked into his eyes,
I could feel his inner rhythm,
Beating and swaying to a song all his own,
I felt his strength
And I felt his dependency,
On his song,
I found myself drawn,
Drawn to his music...
The music of his soul,
All this,
As I gazed into his eyes,
Passion...I could see his passion,
Beat,
Beat,
Beat.

Beautiful Woman


Her smile brightens up an entire room,
Her eyes calculating and inviting,
Her laughter contagious,
Her voice hypnotic,
She captures my heart with her written word,
She amazes me with her writing abilities,
She writes of experience,
She tells of pain,
Her emotions reborn,
She writes from the heart,
Her testament sends chills through my body,
She's been through so much,
She stands proud,
She speaks freely,
She leaves me breathless,
And I wonder,
Who is this beautiful women?
Looking in the mirror,
I realize this beatuiful woman is me.

Journey of Sobriety


As I begin a journey of a thousand miles,
I take a good look at my surroundings,
It's amazing how I've never seen those flowers before,
And how I've never seen the light dance across the morning dew on the grass,
It was a forgotten sensation this clearheadedness,
My mind was fogged for so long by my addictions,
Oh,
But not today and surely not tomorrow,
Although it's not always the case,
I journey through sobriety effortlessly today,
I see you struggling my sister,
Let go of your shame,
Throw away your guilt,
Come...
Take my hand and travel with me,
Do you see those flowers over there?
By Winter Aires







© 2000 Winter Aires (All rights reserved)

Inside

I am a living breathing human being with feelings,
I am an intense woman with intense emotions,
Yet as the insider looking out,
I see that no one chooses to see that in me,
I want so badly to believe that all hope is not lost for me,
That one day someone will pull me out of myself,
Love me,
And show me how to love him as well,
Teach me how to smile and trust,
How to live,
Will I always be inside looking out?
Or will my Mr. Right,
My Dark Prince,
Open the door,
Take my hand,
Walk me out,
And clear the way for happiness?
Our happiness,
Outside,
Never to retreat,
Back,
Inside.

Winter Aires


I am untouchable,
Yet vulnerable,
When my doors are open,
My soul bleeds,
Pent up for so long,
My emotions flood out,
My heart aches,
Behold my beauty and partake in my pain,
Respect my anger and learn from my sorrow,
Find my happiness and revel in my sadness,
As my feelings flow from pen to paper,
As you read my words and hear my thoughts,
Do you wonder who I am?
I am your insight,
I give you inspiration,
Do you know me now?
You should,
I am the poet.

I don't know when it happened,
But it did,
It may have happened at hello,
I don't know,
I can feel him walking through my house,
Shaking his head,
As he sees wall after empty wall,
I don't remember giving him the key,
Did he already hold it?
Where did my guard go?
My sentry has always guarded my house so well,
Was it time for it to go?
My God I'm frightened!
He's laying down carpet,
And I don't even know what color he has chosen,
I can feel his every step,
Reverberating in my house of pain,
My empty house,
Full of carpet,
I miss him when I can't see him,
And I miss him when I can't talk to him,
I don't know him,
But we've known each other forever,
Or so it seems,
Do you know the color of my carpet?
I don't!
Is it pretty?
Swish, swish, swish,
He walks on the carpet now,
One hand at his temple,
Color schemes in his head,
Paintbrush in hand.