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 May 2017 SallyS
Eudora
If there is a song...
Composed and written with...

Melodies of warmth
Rhythms of kisses
Verses of affection
Bridges of romance
A chorus of caresses
To the tune of passion

I would sing it for you every day and every night
till my very last breath..
Inspired by an angel sent down from heaven..
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
finally
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
plant the seedlings of wanderlust  
into the thinning gloom
throbbing with the last touch of night
mingled with remnants of moon
down an avenue of silver, stardust, far off places
some day
sun bathed rooftops
terracotta, buttermilk
olive terraces,  the sea's bed
blinking eyes of a vast heartland
... delighted to meet you!
nostalgia for the forgotten, far off lands of sunshine. one day x
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
sleepscapes
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
borderlines, precipices
clumps of breath-heavy
irises, mauve and lacing
caffeinated storms
sadly don't deter
unwelcomers
residual figures haunt halls
dreams, thoughts
revealing mind's eye
marring clear water
dream trespassers, visitors from the subconscious.
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
bright
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
quiet darkness
so it covers them
the hills awash with soft onyx breath
wandering paths of frosted stardust
glittering like shards of tears; pearlescent
December , close your eyes
light of the perpetual dreamer
snowflake, gentle traveler
of the heavens you traipse down
barely a ripple on the laced, moonlit hills
star
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
brittle leaves swing with windchime thrills
scattering minature fairy hats northwards
bristle tops of seeded whimsy
light strokes branches of resilience
revealing notches and furrows filled with courage
warmed and hazelnut tones of sap and towering elegance
in the end flourishing into taffeta skirts of green
plumes, plums and sour-apple caterpillars
:)
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
Dewdrop Falls
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
there hides a secret in the heart of the ferns
stars sing over this gilded corner of pixie homes and rippled pool
cool tears of the saturated mountain heights flow down the sloped arms
of hills, sprouting with seeds and clovers
to spill into the lake, dancing dragonfly wings
jasper and honey
here the lilies form goldfish ceilings
hearing every incantation above and below
rimmed stalks surround them, soft and tall
rabbits run wild, lacing round trunks of magnolia and pear
olive and ancient dogwood
the air sings of fairy work, a breathing painting of magic
dedicated to my kindred spirit; Jess :)
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
under his wings
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
our feet tread on cautious shadows
fleeting swan feathers, running through shallow voices
fire my love, inside your spirit
bridle it and ride over the crescent
of moon, arched in perfect tension
a taught bow string; trembling silver fire
waiting for the quiver
hidden in the angel's hand
filled to overflowing with restless arrows
tumbling through the raven nights
"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge."  Psalm 91:4
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
rustle
 May 2017 SallyS
RJW
rows of owls roost in their hair
secretly, I know that the trees are artists
they paint the air with fluttering brushes
scalloped and veiny
fingers so slowly tracing the clouds
who swing close to dust
in sprawls of fog and rain fairies
bless this ground
aspen and pine soak in it
tiny mouths rooted in the dew
mud and puddles
windows into the sky
where the roses' souls catch
napes and necks
in amber
melted petals
 May 2017 SallyS
Olivia A Keaton
I wish it would
well rain harder
I wish that
the sky water would be salty
like my tears.
this way both could slide down my face unidentifiable
I wish the thunder was louder
just to help save me from my thoughts

I love how
well simply how
I'm walking to the beat,
crunching gravel to meet the sound
of my favorite song
even though it's no longer playing
I love that
the rain is blurring my vision
eventhough I couldn't see anyway
I love that with every step
I'm taking a shower
the rain provides me with good cleansing
I'm slowly scrubbing away every
remark, laugh, judge, scar and stain
and as my jeans, blouse, and shoes get wet,
I'm washing away some of this too
hidden deep within the seams

and yet some people wonder
why
why does she like the rain
well
It's not just rain
it's a friend
that I can talk to and actually leave with
a cleansed soul.
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