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Hello all! Thank you for stopping by my authors page. I have been here for about two years

and have loved every minute of it, and when I'm not writing, I'm a remodeling, me, life, work

 with constant change. I live in the wonderful state of Virginia where the beauty is bountiful.

Please enjoy the writes I lay before you...

                  T omorrow just may be too late

           O pen your heart and let him in

                       M ay his words breathe new life

          I nto your soul with his poetry

     S howing you that heaven 

                         B elongs to anyone who seeks it

The wind formed
drifts of cherry snow.
Lips stained with spring,
you lie back into a drift
proclaim you have cherry wings.

Chrysalis skeleton perched on a leaf.
Light shudders across moist wing,
unfolding stains of color stretch.

Churches hushed worship wonder,
windows of stain glass become wings~
carry blessings haloed by promise,
as love feeds on each evaporated dream.

Spreading across the leaf,
ready to fly, the morning inhales
the day ~ as love has been born to fly.

Bliss twists around your hair
flies into my lips, tossed
by the hands of the wind.

You lean back, seep into me
become the breath in my lungs
the pulse moving my blood.

Joy is multiplied in sharing.
We sense the spiral of feelings
Reach to dance with the sun.

.

 The hand open
can always be filled.

You had reached for me.
As cherry blossoms swirled
~  a white fragrant snow ~
our kisses were full of spring.

The heart open
lets love flow.

Cherry snow draped the bench.
I swept away a drift. You settled
beside me, leaned upon
my shoulder to
whisper in my ear.

Time is only a current
within a larger river.

Tree’s memories run deep
where the earth becomes liquid.
Love kisses eternity
where it meets forever.

In these life times, I never
know when you will fill
the bench, be beside me.

Race, rill, creek to stream
joined the river's walk to freedom sea
She walked at the river's pace. Swayed to the wind
tossing her skirts.

His feelings hidden -- ardour swept between moments
of liquid aloe hue, a saccharine fire surged his veins
to make way for moments in minutes
amidst the soft hush of words and bramble clothing the course.

The earthen bed held the supple river's course.
The water's hands pulling forth the stones,
polishing rough edges smooth,
making sunlight dance where it had only been a shadow before.

Lost in mute observation – their breath hung in balance with heartstrings.
Aphrodite whispered through rustles in the grass as they locked in a slow descent.
Toes leached into fresh cut grass, to submit surrendered skin.

His eyes sparkled. She, with honey suckle skin -- sunlight ochre,
made nerves tingle as her laughter washed his thoughts away.
Chance and happenstance played their dance as hands met with a will of their own
and lips plead to touch.
This chance meeting on the River walk
cobble stoned path, satin view, wind's whistle
hand in hand -- ochre and cream -- watered silk breathing dream

Steal the night.
Stroke the light.
Erode darkness ~
one color at a time

Breeze brushes
earth awake.
Birds rustle the trees.

I create my dreams
let my wings spread
as I reach for the next
thermal to soar in Light.

Light and shadows
dance in the pond
First a glimmer
then it is gone

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