Dancers On The Sand

Danced and done. Resting on the

shifting warmth of the sand as she

listens to her oceans sweet music. 

Spells to her like potions for emotions.

The suns rays rubbed on her a soothing

lotion sinking into her skin. Sunny waves

like invitations keep coming in

crashing on her splashing and sinking.

And then she thinks. Softly slowly.

Hold me close. Sand dancers again.

Taste my tears. Calm-fears.

Help me be one right piece .

Shift my gears. Sand dancers again.

Then she makes her mind play

the tune to the song she hums

to feel. Then sees the words

the ones that heal.

She lets them run to her mind :

Hold me close. Your hair brushing

my face once again. While I cry.

I lost those nights. The ones I need.

Hold me close. Sand dancers again.

Taste my tears. Calm my fears.

Help me be one piece again.

Shift my gears. Sand dancers again.

Lay me down like sand dancers.

Count the grains in my hair.

I watch the stars . Warmth- cool

soft to my back. Oh how waves

sound so near. Hold me close

sand dancers. Only I can hear.

Waves startle her. Back now she

feels the lotion on her skin.

Under the elixir of her mind.

The sea air heavy , the rolls and swells

of the water behind her washing the day.

Inward she looks for the sound

of her tune. She lets it lead. Breaths

in and feels her lyrics: Softly slowly.

Your breath on mine. Lets be sand

dancers. Together an dancing. Moon

darts of reflections. Glitter above me.

Sprinkles falling like rain from the

night sky. Drenching us with now.

Danced and done. Resting on the

shifting warmth of the sand as he

listens to the oceans sweet music.

Spell like feelings to him, a fine wine.

The suns rays fall on him soothing

sinking into his skin. Sun waves

like invitations keep coming in

crashing on him splashing then

sinking.

And then he remembers.

Looking at the locket in his hand.

Worded rythms enter his mind :

"Now she’s with me.

Always my tiny  dancer. "

Then he relives her words.

“Hold me close. Sand dancer- again.

Taste my tears. Calm my fears.

Help me be one right piece with you .

Shift my gears. Sand dance to me.”

Green Day - Are We The Waiting Lyrics :

Starry nights city lights coming down over me
Skyscrapers and stargazers in my head
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
This dirty town was burning down in my dreams
Lost and found city bound in my dreams

And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

Forget me nots and second thoughts live in isolation
Heads or tails and fairytales in my mind (C'mon)
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie (C'mon)

And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown

                    

Sweet Flowers

Stuck, moved to longing and
filled with want. Unable to care,
from fanning flames of things
consumed in me. I reach for never
and now. Gaining neither.
Caught in this wanting for more
of the sameness and saneness of self.
Lost from chasing me to you.

Never catching the next feat of my
attentive passions to write in the
diaries of our thoughts. On then I
push you pull I need you want I
rush you run. Then I stop. Walk
to the edge of no, look out and
yell for the insistence of
control I gave up.

Gained from realizing the need
to feed the dream I live in endless
pursuit. To taste, innocence and charm
hiding amongst those secrets guarding
the mystery of hers-each calling me.
And the she’s, who will, and can
always draw me nearer, reaching me
at all times and any place again and again.

Whispers so sweet, the finer they are spoken.
Voices on the wind drifting to my spirit .
Sounds of soft colors directed in me.
Pleasing rays of light the finest hue.
Beautiful flowers the ripest buds.
Heavenly creatures, angels all.
Magnificent thoughts of wonder.
The grandest architecture of structure.
Splendid as many, desirable as only one.
Expressions of appreciation.

Capturing this with thought and
skill the more I chase the less
my words run.
Finally I will use them for me.
To be the comfort of this besotted.
For reading the leaves of desire.
The cost to me most weighty.

Payment tendered with the
vulnerable openness and
wanton dreaminess hope brings.
The currency of which has been
minted by my heart:
Pain , love, want, desire
needing, wonder, passion
Intimacy, longing, lust
and caring. Various denominations
of notes I use to pay for the things
I write that are felt with inner
strife and seen with ethereal reason.

Always as sweet flowers to my mind.
Here I celebrate them.
They call to me, rise and fall.
Sprint and stop! Show sorrow,
feel pain and laugh, love with
for and about us.

To give them their just reward
and make an impression here,
Lasting, real and known. Using
words to form pictures of moments
Carved in now, “as well they should be”.

They; become part of me forever etched
deep in my heart as fleeting glimpses
of loves lost and reminders of sorrows gained.
Triumphs felt and known.  Entwined with
my soul and living on carried with me
in gratitude.

Blossoms of hearts they honor the soul.
Nurturing me with their beauty.
Ever new and giving they pull me to them.
In my mind we are like dancers, step- touch,
move. Our rhythms quickening when familiar,
they step with me. Partners moving in time
stirring my notions in states of passion and
dreams that inspire me. On it goes leading me.
My fondness for them is as numbered as the stars
and as vast as all that I can know. Leaving me
touched and kindred seeking their sanctity.
Sweet Flowers.