<BR> <BR> "I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz<BR> or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:<BR> I love you as certain dark things are loved,<BR> secretly, between the shadow and the soul.<BR> <BR> I love you as the plant that doesn
In the dawning silence<BR> I can hear the phantom ring<BR> The world just seems to fall away<BR> I hear the angels sing <BR> <BR> Grief and pain just disappear<BR> My world is mine again<BR> And for that single moment<BR> I can live without an end <BR> <B
Velvet whispers<BR> Inaudible murmuring <BR> Stifled secrets<BR> <BR> Indigo shadows veil desperation<BR> Obscuring desire<BR> <BR> In a lucid azure dream<BR> I found you<BR> <BR> Under a sapphire sky.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
A Maiden <BR> Sara Teasdale <BR> <BR> Oh if I were the velvet rose <BR> Upon the red rose vine, <BR> I'd climb to touch his window <BR> And make his casement fine.<BR> <BR> And if I were the little bird <BR> That twitters on the tree, <BR> All day I'd si
you would smell the reality
sense the captivation
its availability would surround you
If you believed in love
you would glide like an angel
soar into Nirvana, winged
drift into Eden, enchanted
If you believed in love
like charmed wishes
you would gather ripened fruit
even when frost abounds
I can make you whole,
but first...
you must believe