Enchanted

Much like with dreams,

she arrives when darkness has descended.

Her hair flowing long, waving streams,

blowing with the wind, soft and slightly scented.

Her eyes, warm, comforting and alluring,

with the sweet voice of an angel’s tune

She kindles desire, stirs a yearning pouring,

a seductive appeal, a hypnotic charm below the summer moon.

3 short but not so sweet

An ending that is fit,

in almost every way,

to a week gone to shit,

for the mirror’s fool and his hope for the day.

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Is it worth a tear from my eye?

Is it worth any thing at all?

To watch my hopes plummet instead of fly,

Or petal to metal, crash into a cold stone wall.

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Beneath the skin, there must be wounds, an emotional contusion,

For a situation as such to leave such confusion.

A fiery soul

From amber to ash,

flaring and singed.

Glowing embers soon flash,

a fiery soul cleansed.

Fanning a smoldering flame,

a spark to a blaze.

Burning free and untame,

a soul tempered and glazed

Disappointment, rejection, sadness and depression

With only a few words any of dreams can crumble.

Embellishment and lies push hopes to falter and tumble.

A lift in spirit brings only disappointment and rejection.

A moment inspired, at end, brews sadness and depression.

Doesn’t have to be of malice nor anything cruel.

Just an easy mark, the heart of a fool.

A simple aspiration crushed once conveyed.

At the blink of an eye, some new colors might fade.

A sense of summer

It is the heavy sweet scent that fills the air.

It is the damp and soothingly cool breath that lingers in the hollows.

It is the sound of crickets singing their calls through the night.

It is the touch of fog that grows with the falling light.

It is the feel of warmth and wash of sun that tans the skin.

It is the green and lively hills rolling along the country side.

It is the courting of birds as they dance from limb to limb.

It is the enchanting glimmer of a late May moon, glowing dim.

Dreaming

It comes in dreams,

sleeping away.

Blown in winds of fantasy hopes,

sweeping astray.

A secret and magical place,

a reality altered.

Fated fortunes of favor,

never faltered.

Summer’s dream

It is below a late spring’s moon,

that summer’s dreams are born.

From phantom mouth’s of dead winter’s ruin,

the vows of promise are phrased and sworn.

To blossom from seed,

a sweetly aromatic lure.

Midnight dew beads on leaves shimmering

as summer’s hope matures.

Frolicking

Frolicking freely and swift,

below the rising moon.

A bright and burgeoning gift,

bursting free from the cocoon.

Bustling about in a pleasing breeze of spring,

What is this to await, that the eve shall bring.

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One eye open,

One eye revealed,

One eye smiling,

One eye concealed.

Beauty enough for two,

though one is only shown,

Unexpected what you’ll see,

When only one can be known.

Summer’s lie

It is time again,

to begin the journey again.

It is wet and the air is chilled right now,

but soon we will be lounging below the soothing warm rays of the sun.

Let go of your cares,

let go of it all,

soon you will have only the summer sun to worry about.

Come, enjoy the pleasures and treasures of Bacchus.

Come, set your inhibitions free and let us bake together in the scorching summer sun.