Category: poetry

The Moon Cried For Me

On By MiCoIn darkness, dreams, earth, love, love poetry, poetry, sadness, suffereingLeave a comment

The daylight faded into night

The dark swallowed me whole – and

 

                                                        The moon knew I could not say no.

 

You came to me and held me close,

I was putty in your hands – and

 

                                                         The moon knew you could not stay away.

 

You kissed my face and lips,

I kissed your mouth and eyes- and

 

                                                      The moon felt our building heat.

 

Your hands slid over my body and

Woke all of my senses – and

 

                                                  The moon felt your passion.

 

Our lovemaking was hot and real and

Warmed the ground beneath our bodies – and

 

                                            The moon, not wanting to intrude, turned its face and looked the other way.

 

While I slept you covered my naked body with flowers from my gardens

And then just walked away, unmoved – and

 

                                         The moon cried for me.

 

A Passionate Kiss

On By MiCoIn hope, light, love, love poetry, poetry, sex, sweetnessLeave a comment

It takes so little,

A soft touch, a kind word

 

A passionate kiss or a loving smile

To erase a world of hurt and sorrow.

 

The pleasures we give each other

Have no need for words,

 

For to love in silence

Is to love completely.

 

What we share is a soul deep connection

Which cannot be diminished by time, distance or willful neglect.

 

My gift to him of unconditional love

Is really a gift of freedom to us both

 

To be who we really are and to

Experience this love together for its own sake.

 

There have been stops and starts

But only in physical presence because in love there is no time.

 

So once again the physical will rejoin the heart in time

And the heat and passion of our love will resume, stronger for the absence,

 

As if it had never stopped.

I Can’t

On By MiCoIn faith, hope, love, love lost, love poetry, poetry2 Comments

 

All is peaceful and still and then, in the back of my mind

It begins.

 

It travels like a wave, slipping silent over my head and

Around my heart where it stays and waits.

 

But for what does it wait and for how long will its

Patience last before it leaves me for good?

 

In spite of these uncertainties and my fear of its leaving again,

I still welcome its coming.

 

It is familiar, soft, warm

And fills me with loving energy.

 

It travels through my soul and takes me with it

To a place and a loved remembered.

 

And with each fresh remembrance, the feelings

Are reborn within me.

 

Those special looks are seen again, a voice felt in my soul,

And that magic touch fills my senses and holds my heart in a gentle caress.

 

But it has become an emotion with no purpose and an empty sadness steals its beauty.

It had a purpose and a treasured place in my soul before,

 

But now, it no longer serves me. This is after, not before,

This is now, not later and in this now it holds only a growing place of sorrow.

 

I don’t think it understands or knows of its displaced now.

It must not or it wouldn’t keep coming back and wrapping my heart it its hope.

 

Maybe it just hasn’t receive the message,

The latest update on the state of affaires, but then again,

 

Maybe it has and just can’t accept and believe that it is true, that it has happened again…

 

Maybe I can’t either.

A Valuable Part of Two

On By MiCoIn candles, changes, courage, darkness, dreams, earth, faith, fear, garden, god, growing, hope, light, love, love lost, love poetry, nature, pain, peace, poetry, sadness, spirit, summer, Uncategorized2 Comments

The heat of a summer day softens and slips silently

Into evening twilight.

The shifting shadows and cooling breezes of evening chill my being and

Bring an acute awareness of sorrow and emptiness to my state of mind.

This subtle, soft twilight is lonely and empty now

But was beautiful at other times and under other circumstances in my life.

Twilight holds tenderness and acceptance of love in times of loving but

When love is missing or withheld, twilight is punishing in its loneliness.

A solitary stroll through the garden is a waste;

There is no joy in relaxing in the rocking hammock alone. 

Light sadly leaves the landscape and drains the world of color

Just as this lost love drains my soul and heart of color.

The trees along the edge of the clearing blend into a fortress wall,

Locking me out in my loneliness.

Fireflies blink on and off but evade my eyes behind the fortress of trees

and the stark cold moon light accentuates  my solitude by throwing only one shadow behind me.

In better times, when I was not alone, the deepiening twilight was a magical time,

Full of love and acceptance.

 We walked the garden paths together, basking in the glow of the moon

 And soaking in the softness of star-shine.

Our shadows moved willingly behind us, hand in hand,

And fireflies lit our way home.

I want to go back to that time, back to being a valuable part of two,

Back to the times of softened days that faded into loving nights of passion and acceptance.

I need you take me back there, please…