Your Soft Place

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The world won't stop spinning
even though it stands still
in moments I have to share
with you

Working through the days
of embittered pasts, I am here
as my time stands still
for you

I am soft in many ways
you can lay your head down
I will stroke it, quietly,
for you

You may want to know I can be
your soft place to fall in the days
when everything seems to be
against you

Cradling your heart in my palm
I will be your soft place to fall
wherever you may go I am here
for you

Through smiles, making love
through strife and discord
I can be the soft place to fall
for you

*******
the night is so quiet
except for the whispering wind
tickling the windchimes
tantalizing my mood
looking up to the celestial garden
knowing that the stars which shine
also shine for you
attempting to catch one that falls
across the sky into my hand
lighting my life
with a momentary glimpse
of what is to come
making me smile through the dark
so that I may be a light
softening blows in a mortal world
and I could be your soft place
wanting to feel you there
as you land in my arms
your soft place
for a time such as this
knowing whatever may come
it will be all right
as I pillow your fall into the night
that you may remove your mask
if only for a little while
and maybe I can be your soft place
your soft place to fall
when all else seems to fail
as I am so very soft
in many ways

Armour

©
Surging beyond shadows
gripping my attention
running rampant as the wind blows

calling

Silohuettes imagined
discovery of the flesh

aching

perchance to touch

Uncharted moments
Never in repose


The search goes on
Quiet decadence in the making
Sweet indulgence in this state of haste

Luxuriating responses
which seem to resound from nowhere

somewhere deep inside

We cannot hide

Instinct controls every movement
We see what our hearts see

Eyes take in, bodies respond

Perpetuating chemistry
through momentary lapses in reason


Oh how thankful I am
for this slight deviance

How alone would alone feel
if we solely followed logic

never risking
never knowing
never seeing

never feeling
never experiencing

always playing it safe
always protecting what may die
through risk of pain

and recede further away
then disappear

with our hearts

protected


*****

~Dana

~Dana

Magic Lost and We Will Know (2008)

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Hollow is the night as breezes sigh

and a cold, intently laid void fills the air.

The magic that is lost is deafeningly sad.

Reaching into darkness toward a light,

I see a faint resemblance-deja vu;

Unknown mysteries lie waiting until

I work a depth of love anew.

A love subdued in present day's unrest

may never grow to soothe the savage breast.

As all else seems to fall beneath the sword,

a word in kind, never mentioned,

could offer solace to one who needs it most.

Frigid silence, a desolate wilderness,

is vastly heavy through a struggling breath.

A beating heart strains to nurture

what becomes a dying thought.

What was once a gift becomes a curse

when the loved refuse to heal at times of doubt.

Sleeping, who are fortunate to see,

may finally awaken within their dream.

***

Dramatic is the sound
that moves me in deep
and quiet thought; peaceful
is the music within the
music of the spirit, in the
quiet of the mind. Inspiration
never runs dry as it is
as abundant as a river
flooding my thoughts
cleansing my heart when I
quietly feel my thoughts
of loving. Imaginary love,
warmth carresses me
as I see you laid out in
front of me; your love is an
ocean of currents pulling me,
allowing me to flow with the
rhythms of the phases of your
heart. Your eyes are the hope
of dreams I have yet to
dream; your lips are the
only nourishment that I lack
in my hours which are endless
without you. And now, how hope
is rejuvenated through the promise
of the beauty of
the colors of your soul.
And when you are made known
I will recognize you
as you will light my heart,
setting my soul on fire.
Loves gone by will
not measure to the
love I do feel for
the promise of you.
We will know, as
time grows near; we
will recognize the
familiarity of each other
as one comforts the other;
we will know...

The Extra Mile (written 09/21/06)

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Motivated by a compulsion, I take him in so I can breathe. The MoonLight, through the rings aglow, fills me with fire in this late hour. Rampant thoughts pour into me as they drip through my fingers, pushing that extra mile, contemplating style through smiles, gradually fading into Night.
**********
She watches, she listens
gathering life through strength
Pushing limits beyond reason
Dreaming of images
Solitary, though shared

*********
"Oh, fill me with your love," she whispers
Her internal conversation
taking her hand, lifting her above
the physical, excruciating absence
of his warmth
*********
She softly speaks his name
Loving for the sake of love, she writes
through cascading moonlight smiles
Her heart lit afire from the reflecting glow
She must indulge this one last time
or else she will not be able to feel
the joy of being alive within her thoughts
Cascading down, raining Light in the Night
Noble, gentle face, you summon her awake--
more awake than ever before
***********
Grasping at everything
she holds on
with resolve
As she thinks of him
she knows
that everything she needs is here
succumbing to the faithful glow
in the moon and Starlight
meshed with Night
*********
Smiling through the murky glow
of Moonlight through the rings
The hazy sky through Starlight knows
The Night, to her, he sings

Craving the Wild

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Her head is high above the clouds
Carefully walking upon the ground
Maybe paying too much attention
Mindful of every step
Overwhelming her with responsibility
When all she wants to do is sing
and keep her garden green
*
She disrobes from day to day
while cloaking herself in the Night
Emotions swell
attempting to cause her fright
When she is comforted by her love-
Expression's artful Light
*
Releasing the call of the wild
Consuming her with smiles
above all reproach
Silently suffering certain days untold
Lonely for those who feel her, most
*
Day is done
The only thing left are her tears
which have rolled over
through the years
Begging for a vessel, to be exposed
and aid in her repose
*
Cloaking herself with evening
Finding solace in those who needs her, most
The woman behind the veil
of broken years of tears
Allowing them to pour forth
*
She disrobes from the trying day
Facing emotions, undeserving
In an attempt to cast away
Ones that bring her down
Wearing her evening's gown

All Doubts Fade

©

I gaze into mirrored places
sometimes, not recognizing
the many faces of me
Awed by simple relevance
apposite within the moment
*
Gentle golden heart, mended
Infinite capacity of emotion
looking back at me
Holding myself in protective layers
while they slowly peel away,
along with the tougher times,
every day
*
Influenced by many loves
from years of seeking
the one
who understands me
who embraces me
Overlooking the flaws
of beauty fading on the outside
looking in

and
At the same time
I notice how self-love
brilliantly shines
in beauty present,
envisioning the truth
through the sands of time
all of those years which do not fade

*
The lines dissolve
...and I'm amazed

Smiling, knowing
time is only relevant
to those with no warmth
or intelligence
Reminded every single day
of the gift of knowledge

of life
as I embrace
so many different faces
Coming together as one
under the sun.