Walking together
New horizons beckon –
Streaming in light
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Tag Archives: Flow
All My Thoughts
All my thoughts they swim towards thee
In a stream that blends you and I.
Over mountains, rocks, sand and scree,
All my thoughts they swim towards thee.
When I find myself steeped in tea
Or above earth flying so high,
All my thoughts they swim towards thee
In a stream that blends you and I.
Urge
I wake in a shower
Of light, crying.
You are no longer here.
What shall I do
With these tears?
How can I placate
This ache?
My heart is drenched.
I need to swim.
I need to flow.
I need to bathe
My hopes
In a tide of longing.
Filed under Love, Philosophy, Poetry, Thoughts
Future
It is only the now
That counts,
The way to create
An enchanting future.
In which magic may grow,
The senses can flow
Joy to be tasted,
A touchable star.
Filed under Philosophy, Poetry, Thoughts, Travel
In These Luminous Days
In these luminous days
I walk with you
Shrouded in peace
Bathed in love
Touching and giving
Two flames unclasped.
In these luminous days
I dance with you
Open to the world
Unbound in joy
Bridging the ache
Two souls attuned.
In these luminous days
I revel with you
Tanned by the breeze
Naked and free
Feasting on hopes
Two bodies entwined.
In these luminous days
I lie with you
Riding the flow
Kissed by grace
Freshness exchanged
Contentment uncorked.
Filed under Love, Philosophy, Poetry, Travel
Sacred
I rest between your thighs
Drinking from your cup;
My tongue tracing your name,
The letters heading up.
I kiss your quivering breasts
Soft as velvet spread,
Fingers locked together,
Tenderness undead.
I love your liquid eyes,
Smiles rippling the brim,
A sea wherein fears melt,
Splendour stays undimmed.
I suck with tears of joy,
Your lips breathing fire;
As evening teases dawn,
The spinning of desire.
I marvel at this life,
Selves distinct as wine;
Blending separate notes,
Wonder is we, not mine.
Filed under Love, Philosophy, Poetry
River
Laughter, talk, a golden summer.
Enraptured in a radiant moment.
Sweet innocence captured in time,
The print of our days waiting to be inked.
A line invisible and intimate,
With sudden delight fate blooms again.
Tugging heartstrings, love ties the thread,
Blending the present to an unwritten future.
Hunger throbs on the enduring path.
Alexis