Breathe.

Settle yourself.

Try to understand.

We were meant to love.

And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to love.

And failing that we were made to breathe.

And try again.



-Sean Critchfield

Drenched in desires
Passion in all finery
Glistening beads
Adorns the silhouette
Awaiting the touch
For silent surrender
Dance to soft tunes
As passion lingers
Around the curves
No empty promises
Only passionate
Seduction
And pearls of love

Repose on the dreams
Cushioning your thoughts
Soft touch of soul’s assurance
Nurturing the chosen path
Willful traveler will step out
Leaving footprints on life
Soaring higher and higher
Embrace the pinnacle of life
Once you repose faith
On the wonderful dreams
Pleasant reality
Will open the window
To the world

Even at my age,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Languishing among towering clouds,
A lofty empire, lost kingdoms,
Perhaps a strange magical realm,
Thriving with dwarves and giants,
Maidens in towers awaiting rescue,
Where lone horse warriors wander,
Maybe observing us, far below.

Must be a poetic creative thing,
Or simply the child deep within,
Viewing through the eyes of the man,
Dreaming ancient days of long ago,
When the child yearned to be grown,
To know all there is to know,
Never appreciating escapism,
The chance to drift within time,
Ponder upon distant, aerial, worlds.

Or maybe I’m just a dreamer,
That and nothing more, hmm,
Telling myself, I am a poet,
A procrastinating creative spirit,
In love with the trappings of art,
The child asleep within wisdom,
Languishing among towering clouds,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Even at my age.

©Paul M Chafer 2015