She Collects Broken Hearts

She collects broken hearts

Like seashells and autographs

Stuffs them in drawers filled with

Knickknacks and photographs

Tucked next to letters from lovers

Tied up in bright

Ribbons that trail along

Never quite giving them up

A thread carries on

Till the next one comes in

(Barely pausing for breath

Between kisses)

She never gives in

To the death of one

Leaving them strewn

All around her parameters

Mixing them in with her

Present day paramours

Filling her life to the brim

With these amateurs

Keeping forever her part

Of the life of them

Hidden from sight

Yet still anchored

Inside of her

Fitful, in fevered daze,

They toil on

In spite of her

Wearing away all resistance

The sight of her

Diligent efforts at keeping

Escape at bay

(Let's them reveal her true nature)

Leaving her battle-torn

Weary from keeping them

Prisoner, she's wearing thin

Still she refuses them

Never will let them go

Though they wreck havoc

In her empty shell of a soul

She's a winner in her own

Perverted sick mind

Of a lovely game

Holding on to these

Lost pieces of fame

That once beat

For her only

Now lost in time

They relentlessly turn in graves

She now makes her home in this hell

(Her collection of old broken hearts)

Flowtrvlr

©2003/2010

Over and Done

How do you know when it's over and done

When over is over and over is done

When wrong can't be righted and over can't be come

When something is empty and all's come undone

No whisper, no silence can speak to my ear

No voices, no calling, no words I can hear

There's simply no way to retrieve what I fear

Is over and over is way overdone

So I'll leave without saying good-bye now, my dear

Like you left me forever long ago as I'd feared

On my heart is your imprint, all faded with tears

But I'll heal in good time, now I'm done

You reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in

With fervor and fever and love talk pretend

Only I didn't know you were fooling, my friend

Now I do, now it's over, I'm done

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever learn well

Or just keep on believing in my own fairy tales

Of how good love would be if it isn't to fail

I don't know, I just know that I'm over and done

So read the fine print and find I'm shipping out

Off to life as before you and without a doubt

I'll be better off lonely than I was with the drought

From waiting for you, now you're over and I'm done

Flowtrvlr

©2003

What a Mystery You Are to Me

What a mystery you are to me

What a wonder to behold

What a dream I had that you were mine

In a land so long ago

When a knight rode in on fiery steed

When a fairy came to see

When a love grew up from a tiny seed

In two hearts where dreams were free

Where the knight was deft with his two-edged sword

Where the fairy sang a spell

Where such noble deeds were told of them

In all villages and dells

Why a knight so sworn to gallantry

Why a fairy queen so fair

Why a pair whose bond would seal their fates

In a moment's mission dared

How a knight did say to his lady love

How a fairy was betrothed

How a promise given then is now

In a mystery so told

Who can say what is to a soul so old

Who can know when fairies die

Who can fathom such a mystery

In our hearts where love abides

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Afternoon in the Rose Garden

A rose garden-peaceful, light,

And thoughts of you, invited, come

In splendor, like the rose,

So beautiful, it’s essence bright.

What color should I name my love

Purest white, or deepest red,

Brilliant yellow like the sun,

Or baby pink and innocent?

Perhaps the orange, all gaily dressed

Like festive parasols in a row

That line the boardwalk in the sun,

Where bathers sit to shade their heads.

Or no, then like the lavender

Pale and quiet, soft and silent,

Fragranced lightly in it’s breath,

All delicate lace, it’s petals fragile.

All lovely scents, all beauty formed

Of nature’s choicest vibrant color

In newest bud or aged bloom

Everywhere I look, I see the wonder.

And then I see you in a rose,

Growing quietly among the rows.

The deepest pink -- a blushing bride

Is not as lovely as this one’s pride,

Which blooming fully in the sun,

Brings you to mind, my dearest one.

It’s fragrance light, it’s blossoms free,

It’s buds coiled tight, it’s leaves deep green.

I see your neck, so soft and fair

So graceful, in it’s petals there.

Within a bloom so perfectly,

I see your face, your smile for me.

And as I touch the velvet side

Of petals opened full and wide,

I see your form in beauty laid,

Your grace before me on your bed.

I want to spend eternity,

Drinking in the sight I see

Before me in the darkened room,

Your loveliness, a rose in bloom

As deeper into me you cling

With every movement as I bring

That cup of water you so desire

I feel, then join your inner fire.

I hear your moan in pounding breast

As our two hearts approach the crest

As higher unto heaven’s state

We climb, until we reach the gate

Of purest bliss, and in that place

With I in you and you in me --

We melt into each other’s heat.

As one pure rose of deepest pink,

The deepest pink

The one I chose,

My sweetheart‘s face,

My darling rose.

Flowtrvlr

©2002

2 Easy

love is
unspoken
phrases of
freely circulating harmonies
lightly twirling swirls of
exciting similarities
lovely lofty cloudscapes of
gently flowing transitions
pulsating rhythms of co-mingling
differences balanced in security on
firmly laid foundations of
steel-stated linkages of
reinforced gaugings of
respectfully waited
kindnesses and
loving inner coursings

giving circulating circles of
receivables of valuables of variously
unmeasurable hopefulfilling
dreamwishes and satisfying
lifevisions in sharefully and
carefully driven vehicles of
accepting compromisings

really not mechanical
but very enterprising
and easily instructable
when loveables advising
come to the table dressed
for journeys lengthy and uprising
in their natural proclivity for
partnerships surviving.

2easy

~~~~~~let it flow~~~~~~~~

Flowtrvlr 2002