Come sit by me and listen to
The story I shall tell,
About a man who learned the skill
Of whistling very well.
He stood upon a mountaintop
Beneath the rising sun,
And gazed upon the valley fields
Before the song begun.
The valley fields stretched endlessly
Between twin glinting seas,
The mountain which he stood upon
Sat high above the trees.
But whyd he choose a mountaintop
To whistle out his tune?
The notes would make the valleys laugh
And make his lady swoon.
She lived in a small wooden house
Amid the lilac field;
Her feelings toward the whistler-man
She never had revealed.
She sat upon her wooden roof
And glanced
you and your leafish
summer hands, smooth with raised veins
your long olive fingers pick up my own
(my little languid pale twigs)
they offer salutations and caress
and keep each other warm,
from day to night to dawn
and then the summer ends,
and leaves begin to fall,
the night sparkles have been dulled by daylight,
twin hearts, we must part.
alone walking by the road
on little languid pale legs,
autumn breeze sweeping my thoughts away
in remembrance of the last lost summer-
me and the wind: alonely and desolate
but then a leaf falls into my hands,
and you are there
truths beyond truths by dreamlwithinlaldream, literature
Literature
truths beyond truths
you are my rising dawn;
the face of the sun illuminating my world.
your smile luminous as the midnight moon,
with speckled stars of laughter.
your hands deep and rich as april rains,
caressing the barren land; bringing growth and ardor.
and rosebud-pink lips, twin petals
which open rarely into vibrant bloom.
eyes open, they are a window to worlds apart,
a strange enticing language i yearn to learn.
and the incessant beat of the illustrious heart,
each time i hear it in a livelier tempo.
some days i can't believe you are real. on days i don't hear from you, and most likely haven't heard from you in a long time- you are invisible.
Love me in the springtime, dear!
Love me in the rain!
Love me when Im very strange.
Love me when Im sane.
Love me as a foolish child.
Love me when Im old.
Love me when Im smitten,
Also love me when Im cold.
Love me when Im furious.
Love me when Im shy.
Love me when I scream and shout
And hide and run and cry.
Love me when success is mine.
Love me when I fail.
Love me when I write you poems
And when I send you mail.
Love me on the telephone.
Love me in the car,
Love me when Im next to you
And also when Im far.
Love me in our arguments.
Love me when we fight.
Love me
i love the warm summer rains,
the tickling tendrils of grass,
rolling through wildflowers.
i love the silent winter snows,
the tickle of january winds,
the laughter of nightingales.
i love the indigo curtain of sky,
speckled with scintillating stars
and the watchful eye of the moon.
i love the world,
and its tempests,
and its peace,
because somehow
i know
i can turn the tempests into peace,
i can have the patience to wait out the storm,
i can turn the real world into my own
red
the lowest wavelength of visible light
ruby, crimson, vermillion, sangria, amaranth, carmine, scarlet
the cape of a matador swishing with fury
the enticing apple eve thrust into adam's hand
the vivid lipstick of a sly showgirl
the whir and blur of a speeding fire truck
lacy doilies slipped between shy valentines
precious homegrown july cherries
the velveteen attire of munificent santa claus
paul revere's warning: the solemn redcoats
sanguine blood overflowing from generations of war
a pigment of flags all over the world
el paso sunsets shaded by saguaros
a jeering second-place ribbon, never first-rate
aged wines reposing in
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