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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 0:39:22 GMT -6
Kneeling in crystallized green grass oblivious to the chilled night awareness centered on the deep ache...
Tears glisten in mooted light as they roll over lips moving in prayer before dropping onto hands clasped tight...
She asks for an angel willing to grant her boon a message of hope...of love...
"The One is...real...touchable..."
Wings tucked in graceful folds he hears the silent prayer knowing what his part in their story will be...
Invisible to the naked eye the angel stands rightly secure in a world within a world...
Watching his charge ever closer the stars enhance the dark lure in those eyes of obsidian gems...
"The One should be...needed...wanted..."
She startles to see him an answer given by sight faith restored as love graces heart...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 0:41:37 GMT -6
The hush of desire... waiting for the wanting to crawl through the body... stirring your senses into passion... a kiss gently placed upon eager lips... the touch that feeds the hungry skin........... ************************************************************
It feels familiar this recollection of the shattered soul...pieces in the here...the now...the there...the then...once upon a dream...floating on a whisper...dancing with shadows...desperate hands reaching...grasping...empty...it feels so familiar...
You are there...in my thoughts...dreams...fantasies...you...me...playing in the warm rain...touching passion in the glowing morning magic...through my eyes...my hands caressing your beautiful face...watching you smile...sensations...my voice...repeating your name...sounds of joy...the bodies know the truth of us...beyond thought...gentle kiss...caution in the touch...tender moments shared...
I have lost control...lost myself...known the pain of untrue love...learned hate will hold me...I can not...will not...beg...no...beg someone to stay...I think not...true love would have no need...to see me on my knees...pleading...heart bleeding...begging...LOVE ME!...true love would not ask such things of me...as there would be no need to fight to make a wrong...right...I then would not bruise...tear my skin beating my fists against the stone heart...I would be...loved...
Forever waits...wants...me to believe...holds arms outstretched for the time I willing fall into them...Forever knows the fear that kills me slowly...it knows the cure for my broken beaten hope...swears a soft kiss will change my coldness into warmth...my hate into love...my anger into passion...it swears this...Forever understands the reasons for the walls...stands ready for the deluge of restrained emotion that will flood when freed...Forever speaks to a heart unwilling to listen...knowing the words will remove brick after brick...destroying the walls...making room from for the belief in Forever...the belief in love lasting...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 0:42:50 GMT -6
Tis no love that holds a greater power than this love of yours... For the light in those eyes to shine upon me I would sail any water...cross all boundries... fight whatever foe finds need to be such... I love you... my lost beautiful soul...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 0:43:29 GMT -6
I am the leaf floating on your breeze... lofting high on the emotions of us...waking dreams love save me...help me...tell me I shall not be blind to you
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 1:01:28 GMT -6
She was standing near the window Looking out into the world around Feeling lost..alone Questioning her next move She saw the clouds taken form Felt in her heart a breaking of sorts When the rain came She was worried Thinking she might have to hide inside She could be washed away Then I rain drop fell against the window Blown there by the wind Seeing how it slowly rolled down the glass She started wanting the rain to touch her Body tense from fear She walked to the door The walk through She stood in the open Feeling the rain fall upon her That's when the fear left As the slight chill of the rain Soaked through her clothes She knew her fear was unfounded Something she had held unto Just to have something of her own A lightness of soul began inside her So she danced in the rain to her own music Soft, glistening sounds Guiding her movements Time was of no importance As she danced When the rain came
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 1:02:57 GMT -6
She danced Lost in the moment Long wet hair falling down her back Rain mimicking tear drops gracing her cheeks In circles she spun Fast and faster yet Dizzy acting silly No care did she have Down she went No worry still Felt only the joy Washing over her Soon came the splashing Hands slapping the ground Water flying in the air Laughing Free at last No one else in her world now Just the music The moves Splashing Laughing Silly It was in that position He found her Young he thought she was Then at closer look did he see She was like he Lost for a time in misery Now here she sat Playing the child Freed of all concerns Learning once more How life can be
*He may or may not sit and play*
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 1:03:40 GMT -6
When the rain came it took me unaware Lost in selfish thought until the first drop was felt I felt alone I was wrong Unseen to me he was there As the rain feel he began taking shape Invisible to me under a cloudless sky now each drop revealed that much more of him In full view he stood wet...bare chested Looking very amused The smile telling me I should have known he had been here all along
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 1:04:28 GMT -6
The sights mixed with smells Fill her senses with questions Should she explore further Include taste, touch into the mix Take a chance Make something of nothing When the rain comes
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 1:08:23 GMT -6
When the rain came You took my hand lead me into the open field under the full moon Guided my body with yours as danced for all to see in the rain under a full moon What care did we feel None From the moment your hand found mine I never looked back It was enough just to feel you next to me as the rain fell upon us
When the rain came She was in a new place In a world all her own She'd never had that before Feeling tense A little fearful A whole lot excited Wondering if she could hold unto it She began unpacking the years Tossing around memories Putting them away in new ways She waited so long for this A chance to find who she was When there was no one else to tell her Waking for the first time In her new world She knew there was still much work to do "Bring it!" She can do it Her world, her life
When the rain came the pain followed Kneeling in the sand sticking to her bare skin Pounding fists Tears mixed with rain drops Screams barely heard of thunder "Why do you go?" Arms held above her head "Didn't want to hear about my demons!" "Didn't want to become one!" Lighting striking sand turning it into glass Knowing he could never understand her past Knowing he had no desire to So why did she care Why sit here in the rain beating her hands till they bled She found in her the night before he left The true meaning of her love for him She tried to tell him It was to late So here she is bleeding because she never told him And he would never hear it "I wanted to tell you, you saved me before you destroyed me"
When the rain came It beat against my skin Bruised...black and blue So it was so it is I have felt the ache of loss I have neared death's hand I have walked away from a love true No shelter from the storm And yet I yearn for it all
*I will always ache to be in your arms*
Such a deep ache is this I see you everywhere and nowhere Arms felt wrapped around Left their shadows behind A need instilled in all of me The rain can not wash away My memories of you
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 1:15:50 GMT -6
Rain came in drops Each one kissed my Skin whisper soft Much the same as a New love should Standing Walking Dancing Running Jumping I felt the rain As it cleaned Those ugly lost Thoughts from me It took me back In time to a young Time When I ran through Giant trees of green Alone finding solace In the quiet of all For it was then That I felt no cold Never minded the wetness Sheer joy in freedom So sure I knew the Who I was then Now I find once More I am free
The rain would not listen It stayed... Even as Misharae begged Something she hardly does For it to go away In her heart it rained Pouring through savagely Tearing...ripping...melting Hot searing drops Still she begs Please for a moment Let the rain go away No more pain...anger...rage Just peace...
The Rain comes...then goes... yet when it stays...days... it wears down the armor...bears on the soul... Winter cold...summer heat...spring flings...rains Let it wash over me...rinsing the worries away...refresh me
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Post by anirbas on Jun 13, 2007 1:24:43 GMT -6
plip...plop...plip...plip...plop...plop...plippity plip plop plop...
[that's me, mimicing the voice of the rain coming down]
deep stuff, mon ami...moi heart goes out to toi...
as this is exactly the way I would feel if I ever lost...well...you know who... "...you saved me before you destroyed me..."
keeler line, seestor...keeler, keeler line...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 1:46:02 GMT -6
Thank you so seestor...yes deep and mushy...hehehehe...thats me...wistful and all....lol
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Post by DavidMc on Jun 13, 2007 2:14:49 GMT -6
What a wonderful deluge of mush, mish ;D
Thanks for sharing these lovely pieces with us.
David
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 2:16:11 GMT -6
What I do about….you? So many times I have asked… No answers…none… What then do I do? Live without knowing all of you… Dream about you…think…wonder… All for naught…to no avail…live it… Why should I? Walk away…content with only this… Maybe I should…just maybe…cripes… Why should I? I know what I want…I want you… That’s all…simple enough…maybe… Yeah simple enough…miles apart… Worlds away…so different…yet same… Poetic Idiot…that’s me…believing… I could touch you…the way you touch me… Dreaming of encounters that are just that… Dreams…desires…unlived…unrealized… Wow…sounds like me…sounds like me… Dreaming of things never meant to be… Just me…wanting you…to know all of you… My sweet fascination…my closet desire…you… Could I run to you…be brave…take the chance… That in the end your arms would catch me…yeah… Sure that’s it…I could…I should…okay I get it… I should do just that…shouldn’t I?…couldn’t I?… Maybe…
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 2:17:45 GMT -6
Sir David I didn't see your post before I posted the last...sorry...
And thank you much...I've been working on getting these together to post here...posting hog thats me...hehehehe...
Off on a run...more to come...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 2:28:03 GMT -6
To matter…it’s what I’ve heard Means just about everything… Wow…I think I’ve wanted it too… So hard to see yourself in others A constant moving mirror…oh boy
“I want to matter to someone…I Need to mean something…be Important once in my life!”
Yes, he said…then she said it Look there…the dark blonde in The corner…she’s crying…she Thought she mattered to him… That was until…she found him With another woman…now… She doesn’t believe she ever Meant anything to him…how low She is now…drinking away memories
And then there’s the tall man… He came in a few hours ago… Quietly he spoke…over his drinks “She was too complicated for me… But for a time we had fun…I mattered To her more than the rest…for a very Brief time…I mattered to someone!” He is looking for answers to why she Left him…why their fun wasn’t love…
Yeah they all have their stories… Just as I have mine…but they don’t Know…I won’t tell…I am just here to Listen…maybe I’ll learn something new
I have seen you So often in my mind A breath away for reality Always that space between us What my love would you ask Of this being that adores you so If anything I can give...I shall Just to have that space filled With your arms wrapped around me Secure for even a brief moment in time This you and me...how lonely we are If only we could change that Make the right choices...follow hearts Leave our minds out of the loop...once Yes...if only...maybe create beauty
Would you love the me you see If you actually saw this me I am I wonder so often if I am not enough For all the magic you carry within you Or perhaps I have some magic left in me Just maybe...I do...down deep in those Very untouched places of my soul I wish I was in your arms now Holding you instead of empty dreams Please come to me or allow me to come to you Such a simple thing...such a lonely dream
I would walked this earth to have you near Run the track to act fast...to find you Break all the rules save for ours If you could love me as I do you I am so the sad little creature Wanting what may never be mine Yet you know I can not help it I need this us...the us we could be
Would anything I did Be enough to have you A true and real love To call my own... What is it that stops me We've seen the fear Faced the distance We know the truth of it all Yet damn it...I need you Why are we alone When here we are Waiting for each other Rain...snow...wind...sun Another year and I am No closer to you than before Except for what we have here When we chose to be here In a reality of our making Cripe... I want this...more and more
A full moon shown down Lighting my way Blessing me with the Smile on it's face Making me wish I had you Here with me to share It all with... Unlucky life alone Under that huge moon So says I And the I's have it Where are you my Lord?
Under the roughness Inside the strength There resides a weakness You... May haps I should say The softness you bring Into my being every time I think of you... The world sees a part of me Yet somehow you see all You hear my thoughts Through the distance Alone in the night Whispers touch my skin Words of love carried On the winds to my heart Blessed am I for that Even if it is only Whispers...it is magic Your magic to mine
You & me
What a lovely fantasy The thoughts of you & me How the first touch The first kiss How lovely...
Still here I sit Just thinking Simply dreaming Where has my bravery gone When did I turn coward
There is that in you That drives me to the brink Makes me think Ponder...wonder...question How is it so...with you
You know don't you Exactly what you do When you do what you Do to me...everytime I know you do...
The dragon told me....
Seems I dream too often Of the you that you are I think maybe I am crazy Wanting all that isn't mine Yet I feel it could be If I just do what I need The actions taken to bring Me to you... Fear is ever there Yelling in my ears Soon you silly fool Later will become never Take the chance Make the move See him...run to him Let him know in more Than words how real It is...it could be So true...the world Isn't ending Save for the fact you Will soon be leaving Off to explore all your New adventures...new places All those new beautiful faces In that...for that you could Easily forget me...forget... I have known that for so long Your leaving was secured Knowing it doesn't help facing The after mass of my destruction So much drama said...tis true Yet I haven't fully made clear What you mean to me...my lightness How you have chased away some of My Darkness...tis my Darkness Tis me...has been for so long Until you...now it hides...waits But somehow I know I am stronger I can fight it...not return to it
I was thinking of you Of course That's what you'd say "Of course you would be thinking of me!" Mayhaps you would even Laugh while saying it Still what else can I do Save for think of you I want so much more Yet I know my limits And t'would seem I have reached them When it comes to you Mayhaps not... I should like to hope That you My Sir Would know...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 2:38:45 GMT -6
So it seems Yes it does You've no need No no need Of me... I was wrong So wrong... It's not that You're gone No no you were Never really here I knew that Didn't I... Passing time Rushing thoughts Missing the mark Just off target Each time... Everytime... Who am I Where did I go Was I here Shouldn't I know Without asking Fires burning Flesh falling Ash building Floating on the breeze There I go Flying at last Yes see it is me There that spec Dust covering A memory... Yes...that's me
I remember when I didn't where a helmet when riding I thought I was free...sweet intoxication...obsession Not now...the laws (for good reason) say wear 'em Time to ride again...alone...through the town On mountain roads...to the lake shore...it's getting Time to mount those long rides of brief freedom...
Beloved Most beloved What would you have Of this wild spirit That lives in your Woman... The desire breaks all My will...strength...soul For you I would bring The touch of fire Upon your skin With a kiss The melting of lips For you beloved I surely would Bare my whole soul
Oh beloved You have not come I fear you never will Or perhaps you will Yet I am too blind To see you... Oh beloved What do I do now Where do I turn You I can not find Not even in the dreams That were ours to share Yes...not even in that World we created for us I cry...alone
I have missed all of you From the scent of your skin To the touch of your fingertips Excuse this woman-child her need Of this you that is you In the days since last we talked I have ran wild and wicked in life Uncontrolled... There is no explanation Other than I miss you My body aches for the knowledge of you The soul yearns to touch another of its kind Yes please forgive the need Forgive me this woman-child Who for no reason at all could... Perhaps...may already... Love you
There is one Who has taken A part of me Something dead Then breathed life into Now I find it weakens Again I am more lonely now Than ever afore From the ache comes Anger For I have also weakened I am no longer who I was Worse I have not a clue To who I am now becoming
For the you who holds my heart... I pray for your safe return... If only long enough to show me you still hold it...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 3:34:46 GMT -6
and yet... he is the only sword that wounds... still and yet... it is his touch that burns passions hot against skin... here...now...tis his magic I have such need of that tears fall
This love...this me...this him...this need...our magic
and you... of shadow come... and you... vision of myth... and you... keeper of magic... and you... holder of my heart...
I only ask... Love me...
Bitter taste left on drained lips... souring the after effects of radiant kiss...
I need you...badly...if only for a moment...if only for forever...
M'Lord have you forgotten me the one you left behind... The one whose Magic fell ill while you departed... I need you now... As I have always...
Where did the magic go?
I had it in my hands... so close... Yet... so briefly...
its been so long... gone...
this magic that has still is...you
Yesterday was a good day she didn't have to think about him...
All the yesterdays that have come and gone... were good... if she didn't think about him...
Yet.... She was lost... living as a robot... waking...working...eating...sleeping dreamless nights...endless days...undead...unalive...
Yesterday was a good day... she hardly thought about... him...
Today... not so good... its all she can do... to think of anything else...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 15, 2007 10:49:41 GMT -6
There was a time when it was your magic that fed mine... when it was your breath that fed mine... when it was your blood that fed mine... when it was your body that fed mine...
Now is the time when all of you no longer sustains me...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 16, 2007 13:40:07 GMT -6
Does it anger me that I let you in... But of course it does...
Does it still sting when I see you... But of course...
Am I still raw bleeding out of course...
Yes... Yes... Yes...
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Post by tolteclogic on Jun 18, 2007 14:24:56 GMT -6
some threads speak more softly than others some touch the very heart of passion and sing the many beautiful possibilities of life - so good to see all this and more contained in one thread so many hidden treasures - see what we miss when we don't hang out here long enough to see what's cooking - outstanding work
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 18, 2007 18:02:41 GMT -6
TL you speak so lovely about these things I've left on the page...
Thank you very kindly...
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Post by tolteclogic on Jun 20, 2007 11:28:55 GMT -6
your words so much remind me of this song...
White Sail
Raise a white sail if you love me a black sale if you don't. Seal me up in an impregnable tower or surround me with a moat. I've heard all the stories told about love (unattainable and pure) but there is one love of which i am sure.
Your fear as honed as a battle axe, I'll bear my neck , I'll wear the scar, and if my nerve should fail the task I know your faith won't roam to far. I've herad all the stories about love (two souls into one) but this tale of love is one we've just begun.
Isoldt had her Tristan, but love potions are not what we need, and Paris had his Helen but it was infatuation that was plain to see. What I desire is your trust to inspire this love for you which grows in me.
Plant a rose tree on his grave and on mine plant a vine, as seasons pass and markers fade watch them slowly interwine. I've heard all the stories told about love (till death do us part) but our love is a vow which has been wrought from heart to heart.
Cowboy Junkies from the album 'Crescent Moon'
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Post by anirbas on Jun 21, 2007 15:01:46 GMT -6
What I do about….you? So many times I have asked… No answers…none… What then do I do? Live without knowing all of you… Dream about you…think…wonder… All for naught…to no avail…live it… Why should I? Walk away…content with only this… Maybe I should…just maybe…cripes… Why should I? I know what I want…I want you… That’s all…simple enough…maybe… Yeah simple enough…miles apart… Worlds away…so different…yet same… Poetic Idiot…that’s me…believing… I could touch you…the way you touch me… Dreaming of encounters that are just that… Dreams…desires…unlived…unrealized… Wow…sounds like me…sounds like me… Dreaming of things never meant to be… Just me…wanting you…to know all of you… My sweet fascination…my closet desire…you… Could I run to you…be brave…take the chance… That in the end your arms would catch me…yeah… Sure that’s it…I could…I should…okay I get it… I should do just that…shouldn’t I?…couldn’t I?… Maybe… ~Wistfuldragon aka Misharae.
~*~
catch up reading, Lady Fair and Bright. lusturous, poetical pearls of love that leave us with souls of unrequitedness. I wish more for you than this...MUCH MORE...Nir.
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 23, 2007 2:27:12 GMT -6
TL...thank you...
Anir...as always my friend...
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Post by dawness on Jun 23, 2007 12:46:17 GMT -6
just awesome, wist!!! can i borrow your muse? LOL
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Post by anirbas on Jun 23, 2007 22:24:47 GMT -6
Love and such, can mean so very much... And so very little, as well-- when it's all said and done. Or not said and done, depending on whether one is man enough to at least say goodbye if nothing else...It's just true, some men have the testicles of gnats, not bulls, and we are never for sure, which ones-- until it's all said and done...Or not, as the case, may be...
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Post by anirbas on Jun 23, 2007 22:27:25 GMT -6
ggglgggl...pullleaze forgive my awfuliciuos commensensical poem, Mish...tis an effort, to make you giggle and grin...be glad when you're over him and back in the swim...Nir.
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 24, 2007 0:56:29 GMT -6
Dawness...he is not mine any longer...so feel free...lol...
TL...I spin fantastical of what I know little...love is my mystery...
Lady Anir'...you always make me giggle...you bring a smile most needed when most needed...as to being over the him you speak...him I am over...the dream of Him...I still have...wistful me
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Post by tolteclogic on Jun 24, 2007 8:50:48 GMT -6
Now reading more closely i feel more the pain you have epressed so exquisitely... hitting a thread in only bits and pieces is never a true basis for response So many factors go into a relationship some mind sets simply to not coincide with others... and very often even similar mind sets may see the same set of beliefs in an entirely different fashion these are the ground rules that must be paved from the very beginning agreement in basic life objectives in serious relations how we see things what is most important to us... what good is a playboy swinger mentality if it isn't free to roam? some cults see sexual envolvement without emotional attachment as the the path to tantric enlightenment and prefer perfect strangers in ritual practice as if this were a good thing... it is always good to not only know where we stand but to express this and not to get into projecting expectations which may prove wrong. and to this end i wish you all the best in your quest for the open heart in spirit tl
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