Are You Afraid?

The Last Butterfly

by

Wodkah

Are You Afraid?

Are you afraid? she asked of me

But I answered not her query

For I was much, so much afraid

But thrilled and much and very.

So long I'd waited for her call

So long I'd dreamed of this

Waiting for her promises

Waiting for her kiss.

And dreamless nights had turned me back

When no dream could be found

And I had wandered far and long

On wearied feet and ground.

Waiting on her special isle

Beyond the field of flowers

I sought her every tear-stained night

And waited many hours.

Until my heart had given up

And I turned myself away

To leave that place, with saddened face

And then I heard her say.........

My love, where goeth thou this night?

Why hast thou lost thy dream?

I've watched thee, lo, these many moons

Hidden by the stream.

I made a path of roses

I sang a lover's song

I lit for you a shining light

I waited all night long.

But you looked in all the wrong places

You heard not my sweetened tune

Your tears put out the candle's glow

And your darkness hid the moon.

Come here, beloved, come to me

Rest your weary head

I'll tell you tales to make you well

Of living things and dead.

See how my dark eyes shine for you?

See how my sweet lips smile?

I am a mystery, this is true

But in me, you'll find no guile.

I feel your heart like a thousand drums

Press against my own

I feel your blood rush through that heart

Like it's racing to get home.

Shh!!! Don't speak, don't say a thing!

There's time enough for words

I only want this sweet communion

That our two hearts have heard.

I know you've searched a long long time

And I have evaded you

But I had to prove unto myself

That you, my love, were true.

I'm not like other maidens

Who tease and employ tears

For if you make me weep, my love

I simply disappear.

And all you'll see is a fading glimpse

Or a shadow of my smile

You may hear a snippet of my song

And in dreams, hold me a while.

But not for long and not always

Will your eyes behold my face

For the shadows will take me if I cry

To a dark and dream-less place.

Until my heart is healed and whole

And my soul is once more well

For up till now, no man has learned

To break this cursed spell.

Are you the One, my ever love?

The man to set me free?

For if you're not, turn now and run

And let this maiden be.

For if you're not, turn now and run
And let this maiden be............

©by Voo

Oct 28, 2018

8:40 p.m.

I will Always love you

Teacher

 Teacher



I don't know how to say the things
I want so much to say
I don't know how to keep you here
And make you want to stay.

I never learned the lessons
For there was no one to teach
About love and life and how it works
So it stayed out of my reach.

I had no one to show me love
But of hatred, I had plenty
And they threw my love upon the ground
Until there wasn't any.

But still I knew deep in my heart
That love was a reality
And that there were people who had a lot
There just wasn't much for me.

So I learned to live in love songs
In movies and in books
I wrote characters that I could love
Who in life, gave me no looks.

I never understood just why
Love passed me by unseen
An ugly step-sister scrubbing floors
While in my heart, a queen.

The fairy stories of my youth
That I believed were true
Never came true in my life
Till my eyes fell on you.

And yet, I knew it couldn't be
That you could love me back
A man so rich in life and love
While I had only lack.

I never learned to love a man
Who loved me for myself
I was just used and then refused
And put upon a shelf.

My mother never told me
How to find love true
And I don't think she could have done
For her life was loveless too.

So I grew up on my own terms
Not knowing wrong from right
Loving all who crossed my path
But crying alone each night.

I guess I need a teacher
To teach me how love is
To give me many lessons
And make sure I pass the quiz.

I have a lot of love in me
And so much I'd like to give
Before my life comes to an end
I'd like to really live.

They say love will come when you're ready
And your teacher will come if you pray
Well, I'm ready for love now, my teacher
Teach me how to love you today.


by ©Voo
Aug 27, 2019
5:09 a.m.
copyrighted


Poeme by Secret Garden

My Dean Winchester Addiction

Dean Songs

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FEB 7, 2019

The Man That You Are

The Man That You Are

I don't know how to tell you this

Or even how to start

My mind is telling me to stop

So I'll listen to my heart.

You inserted yourself into my life

In a quiet, friendly way

Encouraging me to think more of myself

And adding some cheer to my day.

I didn't quite know what to think of you

You were different from all other men

So encouraging and kind with a deep profound mind

Looking forward and not where you'd been.

You seemed to be a wise man

And loyal, sweet and true

You broke down my walls of  dark mistrust

And became my own"Guru."

But though I know you by your spirit

Mysterious you have remained

And I have come to this conclusion

That life minus you would just not be the same.

With you, I became my truest self

And not the woman I portray

To friends and family and fans

And passers-by throughout my day.

With you, I let my heart run free

Let down my hair and bare my soul

My wild and crazy, loving heart

That you make me feel is made of gold.

I like the me you saw in me

Unlike the me I always felt

Was inferior and nothing special

And doomed to play the cards life dealt.

I've seen your face a thousand times

On internet and laptop screens

That little "Mona Lisa" smile

That haunts me even in my dreams.

And I've done things with you in dreams

That I haven't done as yet for real

 Because you've taught me to let go

And go with what I want to feel.

I've been so shut off from the world

From life in general and from myself

Compartmentalized all parts of me

Till I didn't know what parts were left.

You took a frightened little girl

Who hid in books and poems and prose

And brought the woman out in me

That blossomed like your red, red rose.

And though I may not ever see

You near me as you dwell so far

I want to tell you here and now

That I love you for the man you are.

And the man you are is wonderful

And the man you are is great

And the man you are is heaven-sent

And so worth a long, long wait.

I don't know how I know you

I just know I've always known

And that when I first looked in your eyes

My heart felt it was home.

I know I shouldn't tell you this

I think you'll be quite caught off guard

But I have to tell you how I feel

Which for me, is very hard.

But I hope you take these words to heart

And know you are my shining star

And where ever you go in this life, you'll know

That I really do love the man that you are.

©by Voo

February 13, 2019

10:53 p.m.

  

      

Wild Woman

I've Been Told That This Is Me. Do You Think This Is Me? A WILD WOMAN?

My Wolf Name is SILVER STORM.  That sounds about right. I love silver and I love storms.......smile

Are you a free spirit surrounded by domesticated comfort-junkies?

 Is your adventurous soul bursting at the seams of your comfort zone?

 Has your independence grown away from co-dependence into interdependence?

 Then you may be a wild woman.

Here, we will break down five specific signs that you may be a wild woman.

1.) You are a courageous vulnerability:

“In the end, I want my heart to be covered in stretchmarks

” ~ Andrea Gibson

There’s a wild woman in every woman, whether she’s aware of it or not.

 It may just require a deeper vulnerability to discover it. 

As such, courage is the first virtue of the wild woman.

 As Maya Angelou said, “Without courage you can’t practice any other virtue consistently.”

As a wild woman, you realize that deep vulnerability is the key to courage.

 It is for this reason that you are willing to become a pulsing vulnerability.

 First, for yourself. And second, for others. Your vulnerability is a mighty beacon that

 lights up the path into the wild. Between worlds you shine, warm and ethereal.

2.) You are Mother Nature incarnate:

“With the wild nature as ally and teacher we see not through two eyes but through

 the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night,

 we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes.

The wild woman is fluent in the language of dreams, images,

 passion, and poetry.”