pity the poor worm
that eats the heart of the apple
unformed butterfly
Author: A. Gouedard
Horses and Wings
In your arms I feel water and fire,
cool streams and fountains.
I hear the beating of drums and the lyre.
I see rivers, valleys and mountains.
In your eyes I see moonlight and starlight
as they shine on the rising sea.
I see soft clouds spring open, sun bright,
and the flower that springs from the seed.
I see your eyes open wider in wonder.
I feel horses running in rain.
I seek lighting striking and thunder.
The storm takes me again.
I feel the tides as they rise
and your body as it clings.
We fly as our souls mingle and burn,
until the tide turns
and retreats in a sigh.
I give you horses,
you give me wings
souls
we are souls of light
our bodies are illusions
wandering in the night
Luna Flow
the changing moons of time and tide
allow no traveller to abide
life ebbs and flows with changing seas
regardless of our errant pleas
all useless thought is vanished now
no virtue in the why and how
we wake from dreams to deeper dreams
nothing ever as it seems
truth lives within the loving heart
no souls are ever far apart
to the stars our fate is bound
we are not lost but truly found
The Food of Love
i set the table squarely
on four firm legs for strength
covered with a sky blue cloth
a cloth of embroidered dreams
i place a plate of wholesome rice
the grain that will sustain you
and fish for all the secret of the unknown deep
a side salad of green leaves for growth
and olives for endless peace
all dresses in lifes rich herbs
in the centre stands a vase
a red rose for passion, a white for purity
a sprig of honesty, lovingly preserved
and the dark leaves of rosemary
for times remembrance
above the table, light shines
the light of open grace
a light to fill your days
and shine upon your face
you will bring the wine
it sparkles and shines in your eyes
The Dreaming Path ~ a poem
Entering this fantasy
Leave not the Grove
That is my home.
However far
You may roam
Walk straight ahead
To find me.
Let no dragon,
though he be fierce,
Bar you from this vision.
Ignore the bridge
That is not mine.
Turn right
Onto a dreaming path
Where woodlands grow
In beauty.
Walk on
Along the river bank.
The way across
Is secret.
Travel
In the midnight hour
To better see
The lighted way.
See the heavens
Crystal shine
Across the dreaming river
Where currents flow
In silence
And sunset glows
Forever.
You have the key
Inside your heart
The waters will not part us.
Poetry on Kindle
I now have a book of over eighty poems available on Amazon as a paperback and also on Kindle – the title is The Moonlight Lamp
A trapeze artist under house arrest
She
arches
her back,
lying down,
and wriggles
her toes,
murmuring
to the
cracks in
the ceiling
in foreign
tongues.
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