Blossoming of a Dream

dreamI heard a whisper in the darkness
from deep within
the blossoming of a dream
and as it bloomed I was falling
falling
into a voracious summer stream.

Fading away from the world
I found myself learning
that bliss
was a desperate yearning
from within a wuthering abyss.

The whisper faded into the night
as a form emerged
from a place within the mist,
and I heard an echo without a sound
as I stood immobile,
transfixed.

 

Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world.
The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same”
~Rumi

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Measured Sips

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What did these hands do before they held your hand..
They must have been resting idly;
waiting for that perfect fit, the perfect span
that leaves my heart beating wildly.

What did these lips do before they got lost in your lips..
They must have remained sealed, and grim;
waiting for you to drink my soul in measured sips,
from a chalice eternally filled to the brim.

What did these eyes do before they beheld your eyes..
They must have gazed into total darkness;
waiting for a light from emerald skies,
to obliterate the utter starkness.

What did my mornings consist of
before I woke up next to you..
your tousled hair and your dreamy eyes,
your arms around me,
my legs between your steel-hard thighs.

What did my time consist of
before I spent it in your presence..
For now ~ during the times you are away,
I linger in your essence.

 

 

 

“Driftwood In Your Ocean”

http://www.pinterest.com/pin/532832199636095888/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I am silent,
I am down in my imagination.
I am swimming,
seeing the surface of your eyes,
the sea beneath them,
the currents..
upwelling.

Never mistake my silence for absence.
I am driftwood in your ocean,
you flow above and below.

I seek your presence in the pause..
where the seed of a poem forms.
Such a sweet and quiet place,
your eyes.

I’ve fallen asleep to the essence of you
many evenings..
searching for what you
already hold
and offer
in a kiss.

conveyed by ~ Arthur ‘Skip’ Maselli  
http://www.phosphorimental.com/poetry/driftwood-in-your-ocean/
anthologized & edited by ~ skyblueandblack