In the Hour when darkness calls,
When Shadows Whisper and Twilight Falls,
The Serenade of the Evening Breeze,
Lifts my Spirit, Torments and Frees,
Touches these Wings of Inspiration,
Hints of Persuasive Declination,
Enwraps me in its Seductive Embrace,
Even while I hide my Face!
Oh Stand my Strength and do not Falter,
Lest the Light around me,
Shifting,
Alters!
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: DHE at Deviantart.com
You Are for Me,
I am For You,
This Promise,
Matched,
Is Ever True;
Waiting cannot Shake
The Strength of my Conviction,
You are Love,
You are Desire,
You are My Heart’s
Sweetest Addiction.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork By: Lauri Blank
Whisper into my Memory
Things I scare Remember, But You See.
Tall in Wisdom, yet frail of heart,
This Memory is binding and keeps its start
Far closer than any temporal Imagining,
While I Listen for the sound of my Spirit Speaking.
Teach me of the Time that is past,
Of bygone eras that failed to Last,
While in the Sharp Erudite Stare of the world,
I am but chaff upon the wind unfurled,
Blow in directions unseen or unheard,
As Poignant as unspoken word,
Yet, as I drift upon that Breeze,
I Touch the face of all Realities.
Closer in Thought than in Spectral Being,
More distant in Musing than the Starlight Fleeting,
I Stand Amidst shadows, Stretching out my hand,
Seeking Yours, though I barely Understand,
Certain I shall Find You, in spite of all the shouting,
The Ambiguous Fear of pragmatic doubting,
That clatters into my Aspiring…
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Painting by Annick Bouvattier
I need you my love
As the flower needs the sun,
The ground, the water.
Come to me, don’t leave me in
The dark path of loneliness.
Painting by Pino Daeni
Where are the old days
Where are my dear friends who died?
They sleep in my heart.
Painting by Jaroslaw Kukowski
I dive in her eyes,
In this ocean, I’ve some rest.
I am her mermaid.
Painting by Steve Hanks
Her skin is silk,
Her eyes are precious diamonds
Her lips are ruby
She is a treasure of love,
She is a sweet melody.
Painting by Karol Bak
The blue of her eyes
Is the sky of my garden.
Her love is my sun.
Her voice is the music
That lulls the fierce amazon.
Painting Xie Qiu Wa
We struggle for life
In the world of illusion
We only run, flee
Time finally catches us,
We are footsteps in the sand.
Painting by Anna Razumovskaia
The lonely violin
Sings in a night without star,
No poem to answer.
You keep silent like a rock.
The violin is crying, Dad.
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