My Little Fire

Resilient flame not meant to tame
but weathered tried and tempered,
showing worth in each day's berth
stay strong and never flicker.
Burning hot though days have caught
a cooling of sensation,
your shining burn could never turn
from scorching affirmation.
This you are and always be
in truth you know our aim,
weathered tempered tried and loved
still meant for me to tame.

Fall From Grace

Beauty moves and breathes it's you
I'm certain you're a sin,
curving round designed confound
the contour of your skin.
Taste you on my lips I glide
confide the slightest notion,
your scent a spell to slow exhale
my heart throbs too in motion.
Sat to grind your thoughts can't hide
the pulse to rock the race,
your beauty moves I breathe it's you
once more a final taste.
Exhaustion found I drink your sweat
the thirst of skin on skin,
Beauty moves I breathe it's you
I'm certain you're a sin.

The Heart's Facade

Self perception is the veil
through which the courtyard walls do tell
of thin distrust our minds beguile,
the sense of self of rhyme and style.
A front pretend to heart descend
to never find it's valley,
by darting go from to and fro
back aisles and shade back alley.
Secret friend to us pretend
to know the tock that's ticking,
swiftly through this rendezvous
of self made walls conflicting.
Ashen piles for a million miles
too high for one's own viewing,
the veil does well to hide prevail
the thoughts of our undoing.

Like Snow

Falling through and careless
still I am what's been intended,
drifting on the wind and gone
not storied or pretended.
Meant to be the symphony
the dance on which I'm turning,
softly play my cares away
spin slow each moment learning.
If nothing more than falling for
this task I take to pleasure,
the moments from the sky
imply the gift we're meant to treasure.
Not gold nor wealth or richer self
come close to heights to climb,
be true to you if not then who
fall slow like snow take time.

The Dawn

Dawn breaks on storied morning
in certain hope I knew you'd come,
never once to you had doubt
belong to many, held by none.
Your grace is found as thoughts profound
come racing with your warming,
if hurt replace reverse erase
where hearts and minds were storming.
The promise of a shining chance
to dance through fields renewed,
no more a moment just for past
reborn refreshed unviewed.
The morning seen with newborn's eyes
the splendor gone replaced,
it happens every dawning day
as sunlight hits our face.

Vigilance

Darkened wine designed to find
the hiding for the vilest,
nothing more to spend abhor
that thing that doth defile us.
Vigilant I am in knowing
to where my bruising goes,
into a heart now purged of dark
where hope and love still grows.

Velvet Shroud

The veil of which we hide behind
that velvet shroud so thin,
a wall of certain lovelessness
consuming from within.
Moments such as these regard
those charred and slowly passed,
now but distant thoughts to feel
surreal and moving fast.
Melodic course disclosing
memories sparked back to existence,
a moment out behind the veil
short lived in love repentance.