Like a vine to a limb.

Like a summer born vine,

clasped to a limb,

wrapped and entwined,

organically trimmed.

Twisting around,

together, tied in it’s curls.

Wound and, as one, bound

grasping the underside, as it furls.

Like a knotted cord,

over bark and branch, tethered.

Garnished and dotted,

spreading leaves, speckled and weathered.

Like a vine to a limb,

lover’s paths entwine.

Laced over time and again,

as together they climb.

Only when

Only with thoughts wandering,

do I recall.

A brief reminiscence, pondering,

one winter through ’till fall.

Once sweet, then bitter,

now indifferent it seems.

Forever just a glitter,

banished to vanishing dreams.

Secretly

Softly and sweetly

through the summer morning’s air.

Arriving silently

upon changing winds,

..A gift,

…a spark,

a steady glowing ember.

..Kindled at once.

…Kindled alive.

The essence of souls.

Burning

And no one else needs to know.

Delicate and sweet

Delicate and sweet

and charming as well.

Bashfully blushing cheeks

and a smile so telling.

Once her eyes meet,

a glance cast the spell.

with a wink and a tease,

flirtatiously melting.

Fruition

It is the end of the transition,

the beginning anew.

Mesmerizing moonglow glistens,

on leaves touched with dew.

Sailing and soaring toward longing’s fruition,

fates sweet rendezvous.

Enchanted and charming verse of the magician,

Sampling and savoring this magical brew.

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.

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.

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.