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A field before my feet.

The smell of wild flowers; my nose to steep.

Stems adorned with color, glimmering in the exhausted sun.

Waltzing amongst my fingertips; legs eager to run.

There's a shadow near the woods.

Quite a distance, from where I stood.

Gliding, like I sprouted graceful wings.

Twirling winds; in my ears do ring.

A pure familar fragrance, lingering in the air to find.

Something sweet on lips, I've somehow left behind.

The silence of the woods, hum in mysterious concern.

There you stood, a fire in me to burn.

Blossoming in daring flames.

Two souls, a mirror; the same.

And the sky took with light

Reflected in my eyes; beaming

Feeling lighter and bright

Submerging my soul; dreaming

I’ve fallen into the crescent

A tight woven bond

Enriching the present

A long road too fond

A candle in the distance

Awakens the depths inside

A higher purpose of existence

From you, I cannot hide

I have fallen in to your grace

No sense of time; still

A torch for my darkened place

Adventures in twilight; surreal

mystical magical words

of love,

bring me the child in all.

mystical magical child within,

remind me, 

unblind me

to my essence

again.

mystical magical 

moonlit night,

let blankets of 

moonbeams

restore my sight.

mystics in poetry,

angels of rhyme,

shower me,

empower me,

twirl love 

to infinity,

your gentleness is

grace so sublime!

Inspired by Allets 

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 http://www.postpoems.org/authors/allets/poem/961824]

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I'll remember this night
when we hold hands tight
But you have to let go
'Coz we see your bro

I don't really know why
but I tell you what
I think I see a sign
when you smile like that

Never forget this night
when we eat this food
I never ate in my life
yet they taste so good

We run across the street
Even if the light's still red
My heart is fast to beat
There are things left unsaid

This is a magical night
Though the moon is not bright
I want to feel your dress white
And that we fly like kites uphigh

And as we go to the cab
I am starting to go sad
I don't want this to end
I can't seem to comprehend

Antiquated wounds crinkle, above suspended bridge of the ancient coiler.
Ripe tare's into honour's sheath, cindered wolves, reminisent of desecrated lust.
Tender, ardent admirer penetrates His Virgin's Soul, bathing Her ovoid chalice.
Principle's prowess rock tamed upon sacred ground, nestled while suckling powers of She.
Atop steel limbs, His center unfurls, clutches to blood chambers.
Alchemy charred , decay tumbles upon silhouetted, Hermatic wisdoms.
Authentic droplets glare at window's corner light, deflowered, bejeweled, Goddess She.
Perched upon His higher force, Yoni petals at seat of Soul, billows on Psyches wind.
Divine spark emanates sentient, coupling tales, as amorous seals mount.
Potent force kindled by Her stirred flight landing in infant gardens.
Trickled, intent wrapped words, lustrous by deeds of heart.
Revered heads bowed, by lover's call, of depths yet spoken.
Principle chivalrous ways, wrap and spiral in Her seven veils, upon faceted mysteries glimpsed.
Eros spawned from a Goddess Virgin's Soul.

The Road I Travel

My road is long with many miles
It takes me on a tour
I look ahead from where I came
With magical allure
The road I take is boundless
It has many sites to see
The direction that I take
Will determine life for me
This road has gifts to offer
Lined with treasures from above
I seek a destination
Called, Harmony and Love
This road I travel brought me here
In search of something new
If you would like to share the road
I’ll travel it with you

by Barry Anderson