A collaboration of some sorts with a close friend of mine. Hope you like it. 🙂

Is there a place where we could blur the lines?
Disconnect and reconnect the things that break us?
Half truths brought to light to form new bonds.
Twisted paths erased and made anew.

An image manufactured in a weightless room
like questions caught up in a telephone wire
like shadows decorating the corridors of our past
i’m lost
and yet i’m falling slowly.

To that blissfull darkness that beckons
enveloped in silence carrying me onwards.
To the farthest corners where I may find
a reprieve for my wandering soul.

A place where silence echoes beyond all reasons
where seconds divide themselves half-heartedly.
A place where a place is not really a place,
forever and ever,
and ever and ever.

-GMU/The Elusive Scribe 013013-


Counting the Days


Counting the days till I make love to you,
this hunger in me you have brought to life.
With mere thoughts you’ve invaded me
my body aching, yearning for your touch.

You’ve drawn out the other side of me,
the one who controls passion and desire.
It wants its time now and forever,
eager to taste the love you are offering.

When the day comes that I give you me
hold me in your arms and don’t let go.
Kiss me with tenderness you are hiding within
and I’ll show you love like never before.



Story Teller

She writes of her dreams on every page of her book,
her mindless scribbling echoing in the day.
By night she sits by the fire reading her jumbled thoughts,
putting together fragments of images in her mind,
until they become a story she can tell,
to the friendly shadows that wait.
She beckons them to come closer,
the darkness where her friends hide.
You can see the blackness pressing in on her,
yet she smiles that knowing smile,
the fire from the hearth still glowing bright.
She opens her mouth to tell her tale,
of shadows that whisper old forgotten tales.
You can feel the darkness basking in delight.
She remembers them you see, especially how they came to be,
the darkness that you and I fear,
when we were young with imagination running free.
She speaks of forgotten lore and magic spells,
of languages long gone and broken,
threading her whispered tales upon the crackling flame,
the darkness slowly backing away.
For the night is done and her words are all slurred.
Tonight she will dream again and tomorrow she will write.

-The Elusive Scribe 020713-


The Summer Queen


Her heart lies dormant beneath the floorboards of her hearth,
cold, lifeless, not beating.
No one knows why she walks about unfeeling,
even when the cold wind blows or the storms come.
She walks as if she’s not drenched from head to foot
nor riddled with icicles from her eyebrows to the tips of her hair.
An ice queen she is,
through and through.

And yet when the first rays of the sun of summer
pierces the frost that envelopes her being
you can see,
apple blossom cheeks,
lips as red as strawberries ripe,
her eyes glistening like morning dews.
And her heart, oh, how can you not hear her beating heart?

From the floorboards she removes her treasure,
and places it upon her chest.
And she is one with the morning sun,
and she dances to the tune of revelry
underneath the blossoming tree.
Gone is the ice queen replaced by her sister warm.

The summer queen has come and with her
the land opened up to the heat of the blazing orb.
That brings out the buds of seeds already sown,
and into the valley green the flowers bloom,
and the butterflies come in a haze of purple and blue,
and you know that the winter has ended,
and it is time to sing a merry tune.

– The Elusive Scribe 020513-



Of Tall Tales and Giants

Here’s something that I made last year. It literally just popped in my head. 😀

You told me there was a giant in the yard
I looked but I did not see
You laughed out loud and told me to look long and
I did but wondered why your eyes were full of glee.

You mischievous child I say
there is no giant and never will be
they are long gone and won’t even stay
to which you laughed and wondered how could that

You said the giant was wearing a coat of green
with hands like branches hidden with leaves
I scoffed and said that that is our evergreen
rising high beyond our roof’s eaves.

You sighed and said the giant is here and waiting
for what i asked and you said, for you to see him
For some reason I trembled but went on with my
until you fell asleep and mumbled, “you’ll see him.”

– The Elusive Scribe 121012 –


At First Light


At first light she opens her eyes,
rosy cheeks bedimpled as she smiles.
With her hand she reaches out,
to touch the sun’s rays caressing
her window pane.

A breath of sigh escapes her parted lips,
contentment she bears in every line of her face.
Her body slowly opens up to the day,
as she uncurls her limbs from night’s embrace.

Stretching body with sensuous delight
falling sheet slowly cascading,
on smooth skin that glistens in the light,
never ending like sparkling wine.



The Elusive Scribe

Capturing thoughts that flit and float,
with flailing hands and fingers unclenched.
Flowing words can’t fill the paper,
of this elusive scribe hidden in the shadows.

Hunting dreams in the subconscious world,
where monsters live and dangers are real.
The scribe looks for stories to tell,
real or imagined, she doesn’t care.

No one knows where she came from,
try as they might they can’t find her.
From the depths of the shadows she lives,
tasting sunshine and moonbeams where no one sees.

– The Elusive Scribe 032613-