Works of the Wind

Works of the Wind

This page plays home to my own works. Please read and enjoy, and if you are so moved, please sign my guest book found near the bottom of the front page: Poetry@HomePage

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My Heaven

10 May, 2001

I wrote My Heaven shortly after my Senior Prom. It took a while for the evening to sink in. It is dedicated to the graceful, almost fluidic dancer that graced my presence that night.

The streets are cool this evening.

Insects dance under the street lights.

The stars burn brightly in the heavens.

But the cool is melted by the passions of our nights.

I love the way you taste,

The way you smell.

Your oder is that of budding roses covered in dew.

Just the thought of you makes my heart swell.

I love you my darling:

I love the way you dance;

Your lovely curves,

And your passionate romance.

I love you my Princess:

I love the feel of your skin

In the reflection of the moonlight -

Is it really such a sin?

I love you my Bride:

I love the way you love me.

The deepness of your eyes,

How can this be?

A kiss on your hand;

A hand upon your cheek;

An arm around you back,

That's longed for this all week.

Where is Heaven?

Is it really all that far?

The stars in the heavens?

In your eyes, they surely are!

Heaven is in a lover's eyes

For it is not too far away.

The celestial bodies held therein

Sparkle and shimmer as if to say:

I love you, my Darling.

I love you, my Princess.

I love you, my Lady in Red.

I love you my Heaven in Excess.

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Further postings will be added as the days progress. Thank you for visiting and please look to Take Me to Your Lead-er for information about posting your works here as well.

I try to dedicate each of my poems to someone, or something that happened in my life. Good or bad, that dedication will go near the poem itself, colored differently (on this page: blue) to set it apart, and the title of the poem will be italisized and underlined somewhere within the dedication just to make sure it is known which poem it goes with. And no, the dates are in no specific order.

Winter Snows

26 September, 2001

Winter Snows is a dream. A hope. A wish for the future. Perhaps it will never come true...but what good is having a mind that can understand things bigger than yourself if you dont come up with something to look forward to?

The winter snows have fallen.

The wind from the west lies still.

The sun is at it's apex,

Yet just barely clears the horizon.

The path from the door covered under two-days fall.

The wood on the deck missing one row.

The fire burns warm

And casts a dancing shadow on the wall.

The shadow knows the snow has fallen.

The shadow knows the wind blows cold.

The shadow knows, yet does not care

That the moon has the sun's position stolen.

The shadow feels none of this.

It feels only the caress

From its other two hands.

It only feels the wond'rous bliss.

The thick lake ice melted easily,

Had this shadow been in the waters.

The fire is jealous of it's heat -

This shadow made of we.

Two were lost and far apart.

Thrown asunder, and drew together.

Where has the winter gone?

Melted by the heat of this two-melded heart.

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