Autumn Skin
My beautiful lady with Autumn
skin,
do not be ashamed
of the marks that time left
upon you.
Look into the mirror.
You're still beautiful...
You're still fire...
burning with intense desire.
Your body once was Spring,
then Summer, now it's Fall.
But there's still passion
in your soul and body.
Your skin still gets
goosebumps when touched.
Look into the mirror once more,
you're beautiful...
you're fire... you're desire.
My beautiful lady with Autumn
Skin.
(Initially
published in The Birdsong Anthology)
Golden Moonbeam
Like leaves in Autumn
tears fall from my eyes
your name written gently
upon every one.
Missing you my heart
shall forever cry
until my final breath
has come and gone.
Four Autumns have passed
since you're gone away
to that wondrous world
of cherished dreams.
I'll see you once more
at the end of my days
and meet you there
a flash on a golden
moonbeam.
(Initially
published on Whispers)
Bittersweet
Lonely and sitting by
my window on a
cold Winter's night,
a cup of coffee in my hand,
a pen ready to spill
my soul in the other.
Thoughts come and go
like waves while bittersweet
tears wetting my notebook,
craving your presence
saddens my heart.
Pieces of paper
scattered on the floor,
the Moon shyly peeks
trying to comfort me,
I yelled to her in hopes
that you can hear
the echo of my voice,
so many times I tried
to reach out for your
hand to dry my tears,
to feel your tender touch,
I tried to ease my
pain with a smile,
because I knew that you
were on the other side
feeling the same.
Soul Serenade
Bare my soul but not my
skin;
touch my heart, but not my
body.
Talk to me in the most sweet
and
beautiful way, run your
fingers
through my skin and write me a
love poem. But never shall you
feel the music and wonders
of
my body until you finally
learn
the song of my soul. I will
touch
your body like a fine
guitar,
leaving heart prints all over
you.
My soft and delicate caress
will
serenade your heart and I'll
find
the path to your soul and
make
you forever mine through
eternity.
(Initially
published on Whispers)
A Cold Shiny Stone
Flashbacks of my life
come to my restless mind
with every step that
I take towards the door.
My eyes clouded by
tears did not allow me
to see clearly, but
I will not shed anymore
I will not take a step
back.
Maybe someday you'll
understand that you
can't heal a wound with
a cold shiny stone,
nor with the most
beautiful flowers or
the sweetest words.
Or perhaps you do not
realize that I've gone
until you notice that a
decorative object is now
missing from your home,
as that was me to you.
Although I'm leaving pieces
of my shattered heart
in every step I take
towards the door
I will not shed anymore
I will not take a step
back.
(Initially
published on Raven Cage Ezine)