Rainy Night in Georgia

 

Unfriending....the early years...............

 

Your Sweetness

Your SweetnesS

The sweetness of the honey comb
Belongs to you and you alone
The ribbons in the purpled sky
Draw from the flashes of your eyes
The fragrance of the love you give
It makes me long and love to live
The passion of the quickening vein
Makes me both mad and yet so sane
The wildness of the joy within
Is blessed with sacred, touched with sin
The hungry mouth, the thirsting lips
The undulating dancing hips
The feet that bring you close to me
Take you away, too far to see
And yet the tears upon my face
Your tender fingertips erase
With each new breath, resuscitate
My ebbing flow, impending fate
Give back to me the meaning of
My need to be, my life, my love
You are the maestro of every band
The world's director with your hand
The writer of each song you choose
Each line of poetry and it's muse
You are my waking and my sleep
Wading shallow to dig for deep
The discovering scientist, the conquerer, bold
The alchemist that makes the gold
The royalty upon the throne
That reigns this heart once made of stone
This heart now pliable in your care
That feels the love that wasn't there
That knows the difference of lie and true
Now that I know.... the truly you
My Atlas, lifter of my head
When once I thought all my dreams dead
The bright sunshine with taste of night
The darkness dancing with the light
The musical laugh, the mischieveous hint
That rarely discloses the secret intent
But teases without mercy as you're feigning such meekness
And drowns me in love in your oceans of sweetness.

©by Voo

11/10/19

3:56 a.m.

You are the sweetness and the joy...........

I'm So Excited

Beginnings and Endings

 Beginnings And Endings

In the end there is nothing but beginnings

In the beginning there are oh, so many ends

In the the between times there are comings and there's goings

Thoughts of where you're going to and where you've been.

In the between times life finds loving and finds loathing 

Finds hearts broken and hearts about to break

There are times love finds a true heart full of pure gold

But most times just empty mines not worth the stake.

Life and love are interwoven like the poet and the poem

Like the midnight and the moon, each loved and lover  

Endless endings and beginnings, in betweens, dances and dreams

Knowing one alone is naught without the other. 

©by Voo Shining Stone

Feb 14, 2022

12:25 a.m.