A Portrait Along the Shore
Nothing gives way when the sun slips to the sea.
The clouds remain pinned to the horizon, a tour de force
reflecting the ardent waves, surfacing softly through
the colors that illuminate within his eyes—
the vigor of a thousand men, wingless on the sand,
an emotion or motion, open and animate in the soul.
And somewhere quietly, the seashells
gather rain. Deep along the shores, they sing through
the rays, reminding me of his tone in warmer weather;
a body loved, something I dream within a dream like
a kiss in a kiss, or the stimulating scent after a storm.
I find myself buoyant during this song;
a perch on the boughs of faith, where gulls stretch
to meet the water, wading effortlessly in the sunset
like a light in the distance that sways on the masts
of sailing ships.
I sense his breath there like angels praying in the fog,
making each inch of the sea pulsate in acquiescence,
the passion of sincerity caressing the back of my nape,
amiable sentiment moving back and forth against
the curves of my convivial spine.
I lean in to fit the form, following with fingertips,
until I attain the tenderness that he offers within
the decorum of his open hand. There, dusk
shelters us from the peripheral world.
For a moment, all else fades.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 8:39 AM
Sunday, February 17, 2008
I just had to say that Life is incredibly blissful! No matter what I go through each day, my heart is constantly being kissed. I am finally at that point of my life, where I can look back and say, "I would not change a thing!"
... the reasons for this? I would not be where I am now. And "here" is where I have always longed to be. I am blessed, be sure. I have one of the most perfect best friends (See-saw). :)
I look ahead, as well. There, in my future, are all things good. How can I be certain? Well, you are what you make yourself, are where you placed yourself (there are some who have had no choice). And I will always do my best to overcome anything not so good, rise above those things, and release them.
That is where the "all things good" outshine everything else, and the rest fade out of sight. So, there cannot be any "not so good things", if you learn to let them go. :) They are only clouds, and clouds ALWAYS pass.
I am happy. My Life can do as it pleases, nothing can change what is in my heart. And, my heart rests softly behind my eyes, where I can only see through the eyes of Love,...
... there is no better way to really feel Life, and all it has to offer. I welcome it with open arms.
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 10:53 AM
After his voice,
when the stars extend tenderly against
the night sky, silence becomes all that
I breathe; a wistful sigh lost in reverie.
The moon hangs in the boughs--
its radiance illuminates all, plays the most
gentlest of melodies, as if he knew of my
solitude before even I, and sent love
into the shadows to be my companion.
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 10:49 AM