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Spring RevivalAmong the stormy cerulean sky,
the taste of blossoms linger high.
Pedals stain the depleted ground,
awakening nature all around.
Songs are carried in the breeze,
the warmth of heaven's melodies.
"Gone is the era of numbing pain,
now comes the season of blissful rain."
Festivals of LifeI remember those summer nights
when we danced like mirthful angels
under the clear, starry skies
that expanded across the land.
And the colors burned so bright
like an ancient tribal fire.
Skirts swayed in the glory light
with lipstick shades of red.
And I could hear the wolves cry
like a melody in the distance.
The taste of mild salsa spice
lingered forever on my tongue.
And I will never forget those nights
when the wild world around us
was nothing but a beautiful sight
under a lantern-lit ocean.
Sugar-Coated CafeBreathe into me
a new paradise,
a simple world
where we can dine
in a quaint cafe
and sharing all
of our secrets;
a place where
forever on our lips,
so we aren't left
with one drop
of bland energy.
Take me there,
that I may capture
your teasing smile
as we split a drink
with cream topping.
Meet me there,
that I may sweep
my fingers across
your delicate cheek
after you leave a trace
of sweet vanilla frost.
Come, so we may hold
the most luring feast
any cafe has seen.
Breathe into me
this new paradise,
so that we may talk
and laugh and share
that are bursting
with full savor.
A Lover's GemFor you my heart always yearns,
like a burning amethyst deep within.
You're the jewel kindling in my eyes,
revealing oracles of true love again.
Among your light chestnut skin,
my soul embraces your luring smile.
Breaking every faint touch of doubt,
I drift in your essence for a while.
You're the sensuous oriental breath
that keeps me warm in the night.
You're the vibrant gleaming star
that helps me through life's flight.
You're the sweetest taste of rain
that one could ever hope to see.
You're that exclusive kind of gem
that means all the world to me.
Spirited WatersIf the oceans could sing
about deep eternal bliss,
then I think they'd bring
a sweet melody of this...
a symphony of our love
through the thick and thin,
a chorus from high above
that joins our hearts within.
We may be apart for now,
but there's something more
that the universe holds true,
a sentiment worth waiting for.
So forget the pain my dear,
for all the oceans still ring
with the hopeful harmony
that someday they might sing.
Distant AdmirersWe stare at each other
through a crystal screen,
eyes set in a yearning gaze.
And in the solemn hour
we relentlessly dream,
imagining that very day...
When we finally meet
in an authentic embrace,
finding each other's heart.
In the midst of a kiss
with a honeysuckle taste,
never wandering apart.
But until the time arrives
to break past the blue,
we'll continue to dream.
Forever pondering o'er
the presence of you
beyond the crystal screen.
Vibrant FallAutumn memories stimulate
under a cardinal-colored tree,
where the relentless wind
once twisted my hair.
The sound of church bells
always encompassed me,
as I sunk into my scarf
to obstruct the bitter air.
And as I read my books,
tales of murder mysteries,
I would begin to take in
the perplexing sights.
And the satisfying taste
of home-cooked ravioli
would warm my stomach
from the chill of the night.
And although the fall time
speaks of an eerie scene,
my train of thought still
consistently turns back -
To the memories resting
under that ravishing tree,
where puzzles of the day
would slowly unpack.
Angelic TreatAnother slumberous morning,
brimming with the delectable taste
of chocolate glazed brownie batter
and ivory morsels of fudge.
I am in heaven.
A Subtle DanceDusk falls with burgundy tears,
the glimmering of old chandeliers.
Frost collides with mercury light,
setting the scene of the night.
Amour is expressed within a song,
a ballad to move our bodies along.
The sensation of a silken gown
twirls with the sonorous sound.
A hint of perfection in your eyes
embraces the world in gentle sighs,
as fragments of ice melt into lace,
and velvet roses slip into place.
Another second of endless desire
envelops our hearts in silver fire.
A winter solstice oh so blessed,
a moment to never be repressed.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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