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Parched

How wretched her days were

Dark clouds hanging over the horizon

Heavy with the promised rain

Taunting parched lands and her soul

If only the darkness breaks apart

To drench the world below

For the world was already breaking

And her mouth dry as the desert

-The elusive scribe 06152017-

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Summer Moments

 

Stolen moments from this sweltering summer heat,
hiding underneath the canopy of trees
breeze blowing flower petals in the air
dancing dreamily in our own quiet space.
We gaze at the sparkling sun shining
behind leaves that sway
giving us a glimpse of what we can be.
Our hands seek each other out in the silence of the
summer
clutching tightly while smiles bloom in our faces.
A love like ours burns just like the summer sun,
scorching us with flames that grow with every moment
until it engulfs us deep within leaving nothing
but traces of our hearts that will forever beat as one.

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-The Elusive Scribe 042213-

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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-

 

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Summer Sun

Blinded by the Sun

Blinded by the Sun

Summer sun, summer sun
be dazzling my dearest summer sun.
Bathe me in your golden, glistening glow,
envelope me in your deliciously, delightful warmth,
from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

Summer sun, summer sun
be the ever watchful sentinel that wakes me
from my deepest, most peaceful slumber.
Nudge me to full wakefulness to enjoy your swift embrace
as you burn the skies with all your glorified beauty.

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