May the coming year be a joyous and prosperous one to each and everyone of us here. My gratitude to those who took the time to read my blog and left a kind word or two. Your time and effort is greatly appreciated. Love and blessings to you and yours.
Happy New Year!
The Elusive Scribe
There is magic in the words your lips do utter
into the night where our shadows reside,
with the flames from the candles our only lights
reflected back within the deep pools of our eyes.
Your whispered words that get carried by the wind
trail goosebumps on flesh as your breath descends,
a spell to remove the chains that bind the fire
setting it free to course through cold skin that waits
for your touch to ignite the desire within
letting it loose and unbound on waiting silken sheets.
In the absence of sound
the world stood still
like the graveyard where
souls buried in the earth
lie silent in their musings
watching tears fall from eyes
that they used to drown in
when life flowed relentlessly
on veins that throb with
their hopes and dreams
until death came and claimed
the very breath that escapes
from parted lips in the silence
of the night as they lay
in their beds dreaming dreams
of a tomorrow that no longer came.
-The Elusive Scribe 120913-
The absence of your touch
stilled this beating heart
hardening in the silence
where your voice used to echo
among the dreams that reside
behind closed eyes at night.
Cobwebs of forgetfulness
blended with the shadows
dulling once bright eyes
now vacant in solitude
filling up with tears
that cascade in torrents.
No more room for warmth
the fire has already burned down
the coldness of abandonment
left this heart a derelict
adrift in the endless sea
of forgotten memories.
-The Elusive Scribe 120413-
That moment when our eyes first met
your words hypnotized the very thoughts in me
tying them up like knots on a string
how can i think coherently?
What magic is this that drives me on
wanting, needing and craving for more?
your touch that glides like butterfly wings,
your kiss that ignites the passion within.
how wonderful it would be to wake up
wrapped in the warmth of your arms,
knowing that I’m safe and secure in your love.
What would I give to make them all come true,
transform these dreams into my reality?
Can pain exist in something beautiful
like real love bestowed with innocence?
Can it lay waste the blossoming garden
where seeds of hope and dreams were planted?
Can pain break the melodic laughter
and replace it with ringing silence?
Can it harden the softest of hearts
and turn it into an unforgiving stone?
Can pain dampen the fire bursting inside,
leaving behind nothing but ashes?
Can it darken once bright eyes
and cause rivers of tears to flow?
Can pain be embedded within the joy of loving,
then break out like thorns on roses?
Can it silence the words that often flow
from lips that love has taught to speak?
Can pain take over the light that burns
and bring with it the shadows of despair?
Can it chill the blood that flows,
and numb body, mind and soul?
-The Elusive Scribe 113013-