Tuesday, 18 April 2023

HER CHOICE

She sat on an eternal shore, silently thoughtful

Calm unexpressive face, still like granite

Contemplating her destiny, knowing that

The path she chooses, she must take alone

When, to the expected cross roads, she came

Which arrived suddenly, but then not so,

That long awaited, long dreamed of moment.

When choices made can extend far beyond

Like ripples in the water from a thrown stone.

But she must look for the answer inside herself,

So, a deep breath, a sigh and she plants her foot

Upon the chosen trail to who knows where

And with confidence she sets off on her way.

Has she made the right choice who can say? 

I HAVE FOUND THE ONE # 2

 

I have found the one

So Divinely designed

In flawed perfection

I HAVE FOUND THE ONE # 1

 

I have found the one

Lovely, Gentle and kind

My soulmate at last


Tuesday, 4 April 2023

I REMEMBER FALLING IN LOVE

 

I remember falling in love

When there was beauty in the world

A love shared by me and you

Which we thought would last

As long as the world kept turning

But we were in error

Because the love has gone

And in our hearts

There is an empty hollow

Pining for what was lost

While in the shadows

Lay our discarded dreams

Lost and lingering

In the gloom

Where the sun light’s ray

Cannot penetrate

And our love cannot be revived

WALKING HAND IN HAND

 

Walking hand in hand

Desire burned slow

And then a moonlight kiss

Ignites passions glow

And Nerves tingle

In baited anticipation

But he holds his roaring lust

In silence suppression

Though erotic thoughts

Bring Images of sin

And mouth-watering joys

That would soon begin

 

BEAUTEOUS FLOWER

 

There is a great beauty

And hers was revealed

As it unfurled before me

Like the petals of a flower

Opening to the sun’s rays.

In a moment, embers,

Which had smouldered unseen

Ignited into burning fire

And that fire burned for her

And amidst that passion

Was a flaming desire

To see the petals of her

Own sweet flower

As yet unseen

IN HER WEDDING DRESS

 

In her wedding dress

His eyes watched as the sun

Danced on the silver thread.

The pattern was pure, unadulterated

Like the precious contents,

But that night his eyes alighted

On the pattern of another dress

One of shimmering silk

Whose pristine flimsiness

Stood momentarily between

Him and his expectant bride