mortals in motion
sometimes opposed
at times behind
often always
pompous
for their own glee
euphoria
with motives
but you
“sing”
and I observe
listening to you
in sheer radiance
I bathe in your
reflection
where I linger
as you tease
the sculptured
desires of my heart
©AvdL 2015
Edited
clenching this dream
as I stagger towards
the maze of your fervor
and silence grow pregnant
where I long for your love
to turn my evanescent soul
and sculpture my heart
a dream within a dream
as our memories fade
where passion is the fire
♥
my silent heart within
as I write
©AvdL 2015
Edited
stealing my senses
sing to me sweet surrender
the roots of passion
©AvdL 2015
your silence
in a song lingers
teasing my senses
with ravenous allure
*
where I move you
to the hidden corners
of my thoughts
trying to hide you
between the pages
of my aching heart
in which I daily muse
my spirit
moving back and forth
to the tired body
of a crucified cosmos
the endless quest
trying to avoid
or is it an illusion
your picture not fading
in vain, I remain
***
this wheel of hope
keeps teasing
while
your silent song
still lingers
©AvdL 2015
Photo image @ GD
ripples of my musings
survey of my soul
as ripples fade away
slowly breaking the ice
I hear the music play
together we composed
harmonies of our souls
capturing the moment
of spirit, hope and words
sharing common ground
of joy and happiness
in visions of my reflection
I hear you whisper
*
you’re
beautiful
©AvdL 2015
***
My brush is a bird
that paints in red
loquacious and free
stroke by stroke
color comes out
captivating me
the dancing rain
on my fingertips
flick of my wrist
of secrets born
passions chiseled
in precious stone
©AvdL 2015
Edited
as night falls
my soul
abate
in silence
with the
sound
of your
voice
reflecting
in the wind
humming
to music
and in the
distance
playing
a sweet
ballad
as I sip
of your
ardor
in our
covert
space
where passion
are met
and
questions
are not
***
I close
my eyes
and wait
*
“anti meridiem”
©AvdL 2015
Picture courtesy of @Naghi63
shadows
in
black and white
bleeding
reflection
on paper
where
naked words
quietly hides
my soul
planted in
orbit on
a balcony
of cloud
eternal
emotions
like rivers
flows
devouring
my shadow
like a gem
in the sky
time melts
where
memories
recede
lightning
shatters
the darkness
as the crescent
moon lights
my soul
©AvdL 2015
skies are crying
on qui vive
soaring through
silence
the shadows
the sand
every memory
a dream
I’m made of paper
reflection
in capsules
of pain
where
dusk purlieu
*
let me learn
to bleed
and break open
into the sun
rising
like a bird
on wings
of time
©AvdL 2015
an epic smile
as fingers trace
the silhouette mind
past
aquatic streams
of her inner
shrine
perhaps the moon
was her only friend
wading through
murk
on arduous
wings
***
the rainforest
trembles
a lush
awakening
in
mirrors of time
a sacred space
as cosmos speaks
the
language of love
*
no more
to dwell
in life’s
shadowy past
you may find her
in the motley
shades
amongst
streaming glades
where she muses
to herself
***
and the dance
progress
©AvdL 2015
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