For the New Babies

So sound asleep you lie

To see the little twitching of your eyes.

Your delicate breathing

like a breathe of fresh air.

What do you dream in that secret space

in a universe that so makes you

frown a little ? - and then suddenly you smile

so at peace - so at ease.

The curl in your hands held close,

guarding your secret.

Comfy under cottonwool wraps

you look so delicate and pure.

As the Wind Ponders

Sitting quietly

upon this comfy chair

dressed as a modern contemporary.

Sitting quietly

as the sun reflects,

the rays caressing the carpet.

Sitting quietly

in this modern era,

the wind begins reminiscing.

Sun shining quietly

the ancient wind blows,

bringing to mind past memories.

The wind, not quiet

howl's against the windows.

it's essence, to mind the secret comforts.

Thinking quietly

as the wind blows,

of the eeriness caressing this house.

The walls quiet

stand up against the breeze

of such vibrant vitality, echoing forces.

The atmosphere is quiet,

floorboards aching to creek.

Roof tiles rattling

like heavy footsteps heard.

Moments and all is quiet.

Footsteps deceased

as I sit pondering quietly.

Spanish Night

Sitting under the silvery moon

silvery and bright

I hear the sweet lovers lullaby.

So romantic

So very sultry.

Bursting into a passionate flame

Flamenco dancers

echoing shadows onto the wall

as they dance around the fire.

Sangria and eyes

enticing the warmth and the spirit

of laughter and love,

at the night time

sensuality and sleazy notes.

Erotic thoughts as the castanets click.

Shoes a tapping

to the lovers beat.

Lovers a dancing,

 laughing and kissing.

Dancing around the fire

until filled with exhaustion

they callapse into heaps

of tired hearts,

and aching feet.

As the heat drugs them,

 drowsy with alcohol,

consumed by love and passion,

they sleep off the nights 

excitement until the new dawn.

Candlelight

Candlelight,

So warm,

Harmonious and bright.

Just like a burning star.

The warmth you give,

So intensifying,

meditating the personal,

atmospheric vibe.

So cold is the night.

So empty with-out.

My treasured spirit -,

Candlelight.

Burning Fire

THE BURNING FIRE

OF A HEATED DESIRE.

TO THE TWINKLING EYES

OF WHAT TRUTH LIES,

DEEP WITH-IN THIS SOUL.

An Indian Dream

An Indian Dream

Graces,

Of an Indian moment

Snaking the limbs

Past unsuspecting eyes.

Faces,

The expression of movement

Snaking the limbs

In unsuspecting guise.

Places,

So tranquil and silent

With embracing limbs

Drinking in the Indian surprise.

Eyes,

Dark,deep and mysterious

With a beckoning call

Her voice is ancient and wise.

Skies,

With golds & yellows so pious

As the silver stars fall

The ancient sun wakes to rise.

Lies,

As the dream doubts the curious

It looks no further beyond the wall

So who knows how the beyond lies.