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I Will Be There to See

I will be in the valley

where the sand meets the tree of fire

and walls that close in

do not exist.

My arms have become part of the stars,

when I walk they enfold night

with a web

encircling a kiss.

My heart contains a spirit of love

I obtained from the sea,

when my skies were filled

with all that I know.

I am here in the valley in between time

and the place where the tree of fire

still glows.

Come and take my hand

when your morning is cold,

until all that is left

is how you remember me.

Then, when you look into the glass

where your face was alone,

I will always be there

to see.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Serenading Your Basis

You are a perfect branch

descending

from yourself.

I have been waiting

at your roots,

trying to find myself.

Which part of your trunk

do I stem from,

I cry out to the moon.

Am I not a part of you

whose flowers

are in tune?

I am sharing needful moments

full of sensations anew;

becoming naked

with each breath I take,

singing a song

of truth.

Staring into forever

my heart pounds

with hopes and dreams.

I am waiting at your roots,

with beauty bursting

at my seams.

You are a perfect branch,

no need to conform.

I am here

serenading your roots

to become your flowers that adorn.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/25/2011

Hope’s Perfume

Like forgotten lines dancing around love

that never bloomed,

knowing not where to start or end.

You will know when you look

at the blurs that form

when crossing the night

once again.

Stretching across the lines are flowers

that once planned to brush the lips

of all the answers

you need.

Yet, the smile on your face

could change the mind,

overwhelm the heart

of destiny.

In the distance I see rain

coming down from the air of dreams

full of laughs and smiles

taking flight.

I stare for such a long time

knowing it could all soon go away,

and my heart cries

as I write.

Forgotten lines cut into winds

that wander

but have always been right there

dancing around love

that could bloom.

Without moving far off

or crossing the night

we can still

smell

Hope’s perfume.

Neva Flores 09/20/2011

Exhaled as Poetry

I feel your tenderness underneath my bare feet;

see my face as a reflection

of a flame, in your eyes.

One thousand teardrops

fell from your heart,

love swallowed each one.

Tasting comfort inside a smile,

a heart grows fond of drinking

love's replies.

Your words fall as leaves

into the river of my heart's desire,

come to life

as I exhale them as poetry.

Each breath I take

rises against another,

creating feelings inside my heart,

ringing in tones that listen to each thought;

bringing such a lovely peace

to me.

I am embraced by breezes

stirred from a lasting love

that has grown strong like an oak tree,

it bends but never breaks.

Love now sails as notes

pouring from my lips.

My heart leaps with joy

and sings replies perhaps unheard,

but felt with each breath

I take.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/11/2011

 Imperfect Creatures

The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted

for anyone.

Although, faces of men whisper of experience

between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,

step right in.

Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,

when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,

were we supposed to hold hands?

Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up

in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile

when reading what's been said.

We wait for justice, and then roll over

playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons

learned from each moment.

Is this not a step towards

what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,

because we do not care?

Do we only commit to that which comforts

our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second

we would see the entire picture,

perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves

as we are,

Imperfect Creatures

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/05/2011.

Moving Within Your Arms

I searched for release

looking at arms saying move

within the magic of me.

Morning brought flames of reason

down to earth

to walk a long road of trust

filling empty spaces

I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

and my lips knew the pleasure

it bestowed.

Holding in the sound

was much more than I could bear

and nothing would keep me

waiting

to feel its flow.

I found a companion

who lit a fire under heartbreak

until it drifted

into a twilight unknown.

Awakening the child inside me

to breathe in a new brightness

of peace,

heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating

to give enough to fill the empty spaces

with trust.

my lips are bound

to the flow,

move within your arms,

I must.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/25/2011

Taste of You

The bond between us

does not quite speak to the stars

as precious carvings

but as seeds of happiness.

Here you see me in thought

rearranging reflections inside a message

held in glass.

Far away I hold my breath

then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep.

Soft sighs escape

streaming through the night

in shells of kisses

moving ultimately to form this lovely

smile I keep.

Quivering inside my dreams

are elaborate colors

that dance on my tongue.

I taste them as whispers of you.

The bond between us does not quite

speak to the stars, but here

in my dreams is sung.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/22/2011

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Serenading Your Basis

You are a perfect branch

descending

from yourself.

I have been waiting

at your roots,

trying to find myself.

Which part of your trunk

do I stem from,

I cry out to the moon.

Am I not a part of you

whose flowers

are in tune?

I am sharing needful moments

full of sensations anew;

becoming naked

with each breath I take,

singing a song

of truth.

Staring into forever

my heart pounds

with hopes and dreams.

I am waiting at your roots,

with beauty bursting

at my seams.

You are a perfect branch,

no need to conform.

I am here

serenading your roots

to become your flowers that adorn.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/25/2011

Exhaled as Poetry

I feel your tenderness underneath my bare feet;

see my face as a reflection

of a flame, in your eyes.

One thousand teardrops

fell from your heart,

love swallowed each one.

Tasting comfort inside a smile,

a heart grows fond of drinking

love's replies.

Your words fall as leaves

into the river of my heart's desire,

come to life

as I exhale them as poetry.

Each breath I take

rises against another,

creating feelings inside my heart,

ringing in tones that listen to each thought;

bringing such a lovely peace

to me.

I am embraced by breezes

stirred from a lasting love

that has grown strong like an oak tree,

it bends but never breaks.

Love now sails as notes

pouring from my lips.

My heart leaps with joy

and sings replies perhaps unheard,

but felt with each breath

I take.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/11/2011

 Imperfect Creatures

The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted

for anyone.

Although, faces of men whisper of experience

between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,

step right in.

Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,

when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,

were we supposed to hold hands?

Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up

in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile

when reading what's been said.

We wait for justice, and then roll over

playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons

learned from each moment.

Is this not a step towards

what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,

because we do not care?

Do we only commit to that which comforts

our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second

we would see the entire picture,

perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves

as we are,

Imperfect Creatures

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/05/2011.

Moving Within Your Arms

I searched for release

looking at arms saying move

within the magic of me.

Morning brought flames of reason

down to earth

to walk a long road of trust

filling empty spaces

I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

and my lips knew the pleasure

it bestowed.

Holding in the sound

was much more than I could bear

and nothing would keep me

waiting

to feel its flow.

I found a companion

who lit a fire under heartbreak

until it drifted

into a twilight unknown.

Awakening the child inside me

to breathe in a new brightness

of peace,

heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating

to give enough to fill the empty spaces

with trust.

my lips are bound

to the flow,

move within your arms,

I must.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/25/2011

Taste of You

The bond between us

does not quite speak to the stars

as precious carvings

but as seeds of happiness.

Here you see me in thought

rearranging reflections inside a message

held in glass.

Far away I hold my breath

then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep.

Soft sighs escape

streaming through the night

in shells of kisses

moving ultimately to form this lovely

smile I keep.

Quivering inside my dreams

are elaborate colors

that dance on my tongue.

I taste them as whispers of you.

The bond between us does not quite

speak to the stars, but here

in my dreams is sung.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/22/2011

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