dverse The Cinquain - little late for the show..

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black rose

sharp thorns of love

soft alluring beauty

haunting memories within lips

touch me

For dVerse March 12, 2013

Arise..Arise...

Someone handed me the mic

told me it was easy just say what you might

so, here I am with something to share

pull up a chair, or sit on the doorsteps of my mind

ramblings of a poet the neurotransmitters of the brain

I expose the door and welcome you with open arms

feel the inner humming,  drumming of my heart..

the driving beat,  that brings me to my feet

listen with receptive ears to what you hear

a story of a woman, who held a vision, a  dream

she stood on a distant shore,  of ancient times

ancestors from the past , ghostly apparitions ask..

where is the rest of you, where is the rest of you

what does this modern world hold..a trickle of blood

puddle of tears, a river of flowing sorrow and pain

where is justice, where is love, where is peace..

walking towards the message of seven generations of tomorrows

impacting her spirit to sing a song, a message of love

drifting  in the midnight hour, when the world is asleep

revelations  of yesterday flashing brilliance from within

believing in the truth of  dreams and starlit nights

dancing free under the glorious full moon

so much love to give, until the stars softly fell

from the heavens..she tried to catch the bright light

but, all she grasped was stardust..sprinkles of hope

quickly filling her lantern a beacon of faith..

a spiritual love is unconditional love

free from the constraints of human love

divine intervention from some other realm

songs blowing in the distant four winds..

gentle wail of a guitar, striking chords of harmony

from the darkness, a voice  rich and velvety smooth

rocking her soul a rolling lullaby

strumming her pain away, with gentle fingers

calming her  fears, drying her tears..a new vision

dark pupils dilate with possibility, for what was seen

the known and the unknown chime together

woven fibers in the tapestry of life, etched in the sky

above the throne of grace,  gateway to paradise

day of awakening in a golden horizon

arise, arise to a new light..beaming bright

a new beginning..