The faraway song of love

That makes the night bittersweet one more time

The voice of gladness

The eloquence of beauty!

The poetess in me writes to the poet in you..


Feeling tiny in this darkness

Tiny curb place in this space

This only sacred place, right now I feel alone....


Looking as though you were alive, I called

There we stand hand in hand

By design we never spoke

The last notes to the love song....


Strangers like us never guessed

The depth and passion we had

At each earnest glance

The curtain we have drawn for us

Please take care of my heart, I pray

How such a glance and a song came thru!

For you, the last note to the love song....

Debbie Brooks 2014

This restful spirit longs
for love that measures
inspiring pleasures that might come
my restless spirit knows
that it will not be ...

Each day I wake
looking for my sleep
at night I sleep among my candles
that I light before my rest
of endless words ...

Putting my feet on the floor
I cry and cry for more
my restless figure
walks through the fire
wanting a new world to come....

Debbie Brooks 2014

The heaviest of heavens pluck the heart
Drawn of bittersweet figures of delight
As with your shadow with these she did play
Different flowers odors do seem
A little bit with the others in hue.......

Saturn lays at the doorstep of love
Hath a spirit of love in the youth
When proud pied June, dressed in all its warmth
The roses so red blooms with sweet sweet smell...........

Cruel of souls of the wicked do play
Cast away cold this frightful day
What more is there to offer
What more I  do pray...................

It's quite a burden I do declare
The beautiful light simply went away
The tears are shed  on this mournful night
Holding onto souls trying to find the light...............

Oh yes tho almighty One I do pray
Sweeps the mournful many night skies
Looking around searching for the lies
Waiting and searching for the fateful fright...

The deep vermillion do play
With each others hearts come what may
To measure a man at the pearly gates
Look oh look what you will undertake...

The Rose of orange they do play
The hearts of red will love to stay
The tears of yellow will come what may
each and every fateful day.....

Debbie Brooks 2014

Embraces of the fore long ..
the dreams of spirits draws us near
embraces wraps us with love
even when we are gone..

Our pen holds us captive
memories threads us through
each others fingers
kissing the air we breathe..

Our mind holds on to the loneliness
fingers write with a flair
arms draw one near
that loves the most and the deepest
eyes see what is written
of the dearest one of all..

Debbie Brooks 2014

the opening fold of sunlight
dawns with delight
o'er the bush land
tis a scene grand

bright rays of radiance do beam  
on hills and stream
shining of glints
lovely the tints  

the sun doth light up the countryside
with its preside
dazzling of sight
is its highlight

rust erodes
caustic the etching

hurt is abrasive
corroding souls

upon the mind
these wounds appear
they stay ingrained