Gerua

Within these shadows

I paint myself

in ethereal hues:

the red, the orange

combining

In shades of saffron, of pink

 

Within the red

is a sensual fire that burns

And in cooler tones

of pink

is the innocence of a kiss

for which my heart yearns

 

In warm saffron hues

lies a heart

with shaded desires

And the orange tones

rekindles and reawakens

the once, near burnt out fires

 

Now to live

and experience

each colour

In the warmth of a lover’s embrace

Leaving behind

all else

To be with you

Dust the wind

so to the past

my heart will never retrace

 

For you

for all that you have given

These colours I wear

after all, having forsaken,

all other

to be with my one true love

who has made my life, for this time,

so much better

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Le papilon noir

She spreads her wings

at the resurgence of the dawn

From the dark, she has emerged

to now bask in the colours of the light and

in the unpretentious beauty of the morn.

 

‘Le Papilon Noir’

The midnight veil she has traded

for les couleurs du jour

A paradise now resurrected

 

She has dreams now

to follow

And can shed the emotions

of the night creatures

that she had been previously compelled

to borrow

 

Free and unhampered

she flutters among the rainbow kaleidoscope

found in the transparent light

Unafraid and welcoming the day

becoming a memory

and no longer a captive

to the darkness of the night

 

 

 

Exit stage left

When the curtain comes down

And painted veils are removed

Do we bow after

such an amazing performance?

Or delude ourselves by the cries of an

easily satisfied audience?

 

They shout: “Bravo! Brilliant

Superb! Well done!”

But is the applause really ours,

As the excited crowds cheer on?

 

They loved the act

The staged characters that they saw

It is not us who deserve the praise

But the masks we wore

 

So do not feel honoured

This envied fame is not our own

We had graced the stage with borrowed faces

Now we make the exit

alone

 

Le sablier

Why do we hold dear

the sands of time?

Is it to keep alive moments and memories

in our aging minds?

 

These sands however

cannot be counted

And under the carpet

they shouldn’t be dusted

 

For forever has just happened

No need to number the grains

It is Time and not this moment

that has been swept away

Only our love now remains

 

Take my hand now

We can step out of the glass

There is no today no tomorrow

Only this here now

This bliss

This once elusive happiness

That will stay with our Forever

And sweep away our shattered past

 

Parce que…

For you my love

And for what we share

I have cheated the hour glass

 

First Love

My mind

this morning

Travels back in time

to when we were young

and love was so pure

Holding hands

was all that was

ever needed

The strong desires and raging hormones of youth

we never heeded

Our innocent love was so much more

 

Then time took us

apart

to different lives

but

there was still

that secret

of holding hands

along sandy shores

Only for time

to show up again

and bring me

to stare down at your eternal sleep

So these memories

of times past

are all I have to keep

 

And every so often

I look back

in my mind

and smile at our beautiful talks

and romantic walks

that I have hidden

only so my heart can be given

one last peek at you

 

My first love… I was only 13, he was 14. It was such a beautiful friendship… he exists now only in mind.

In memory of My first love… 1982-2013

 

Where my sorrow dies

Away in a dream

into eternity’s skies

Over and beyond

is where my sorrow dies

 

For it cannot survive

in the majestic beauty

in the forever serenity

That exists, There,

in eternity

 

So the darkness

will no longer hear my cries

Because now, as we stand together

before eternity

we watch sorrow die

 

Soon there will only be

the ever expanding skies

As to all that is bad,

we say our goodbyes

 

Au revoir Sadness!

Au revoir Pain and Sorrowful Cries!!

Because away we fly

You and I

into Eternity’s sunrise…

 

Disillusioned

Please,

I must be alone

To wither away

Among the broken dreams

and

in this disenchanted life

is where I’ll stay

 

For myself I

have given

the bitter past

of jaded dreams

and bountiful tears

So the happiness of now

can never last

 

 

I must crawl,

blemished and dissolute

back inside

and try to hide

from the almost

Perfect ‘here and now’

from the

strength

of you

La voix de mon amour

And now I can

better visualize the story in my mind

And give vocals to the hero

Who my heart has come to know

with time

 

I can now imagine

the sensual whispers

In a timbre so deep

yet so gentle

Like a soft breath against my lips

beautifully soothing, magically sweet

 

Saying mystical words

that only my heart can comprehend

Speaking the promise

that our forever friendship

our dreams

our memories

of what is yet to be,

Will never end

Peut-être…?

I wish I knew

what’s it’s like to hold your hand

To feel the touch of your fingers

caressing my palm

To hear your voice whisper in my ear

to feel your breath against my skin

Your hand in my hair

 

But some wishes

are never to be

Some dreams are never to see:

Fruition

But yield to reality’s commission:

Do not seek love

Or satisfy your heart

Move away from happiness’ path

 

Look away from dreams

So as not to see,

Nothing is as ever

As we want it to be…