Imagine yourself on a warm summer night,
Millions of stars shining so bright.
A pale moon sends down her silver beams,
The wind whispering with the treetops, so it seems.
Imagine a clearing in the deep of the forest,
Within this ring a faerie dancing.
Dancing to the music of my heart,
A dance full of joy and devotion.
Imagine this creature of God dancing in a bright light,
The humming of her tender wings, singing a song.
Singing to the words in my head,
A song of love needs no words to be understood.
Imagine the combined power of music and song,
So sweet and of endless beauty.
Perfect as an Angel,
Together just for you.
Just Imagine,
And dream,
And the light of this faerie will lighten your
heart and brighten your day.
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Loving you
I gaze into a star
A brilliant strobe-light
In my mind
Red, passionate, warm
Loving you
I listen to the small bird
Singing sweetly
In the palm of my hands
Fragile, trusting
I lift my hands to the sky
Loving you...
Feeling your love
For me
In my soul
In love with
The infinite universe
The spiritual essence of
You and me
------------------------------------------------------------------------- **Copyright 1998 by Chelse (Realchelse@aol.com). Reproduction is prohibited without express permission of the author**
Love of souls in deep concentric thoughts Swirling visions of spirituality In a world beyond material concerns In deep reflection of being, complete Intensely driven to determine deeply The soul connection to self loving In sensual sensitivity of focussed eroticism In mind ecstasy of soul togetherness Love of souls, connected in the whirlpools of coexistence
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Mobile kingdoms, yes, will fall.
Motion on emotion's throne.
Courage halos come and go
like hunted deer, darting
in and out with haste
through thickets of discretion's lace.
People always probe me silly:
"Were you ever suicidal?
On the edge of giving in?"
Begging kindness from a rifle
isn't really making choices.
I have ordered resignation
when it comes to wheelchairs.
Facing them, another matter.
They will clot contentment's stream.
Maps are X-rays of a scar.
The paperclip is where I've been.
I've bent it back and forth so much,
the metal supple should collapse
from burden birds on sagging wires.
But feeble bones are threads to touch.
Test the heat of living's flame
like irons warming up to wrinkles.
Limitation's mortal twigs.
Lessons in the hearth of blessings.
Kindling for the spoken fire.
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