I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
A dozen rubies fell to my feet Scattered by your hand You'd come to ask me for my love And proclaim yours for me and A thousand diamonds promised me When promise I had made While the topaz sun high in the sky Burned us in the shade. The grass, an emerald shade of green Lay below your feet and mine From crystal cup we two did sup The aged garnet wine Grapes in clustered amethyst You fed me from your fingers And kissed the residue away While afternoon did linger. With silver tongue you spoke the words My sweet heart to seduce Like opals changing in the light The outcome to deduce Your turquoise eyes lit up with joy Every time I smiled I teased you with my pearl white hands And we waltzed a little while. The blue sky turned to jasper Then agate, then sapphire We lay and watched the end of day As the sunset turned to fire The dozen rubies crushed beneath My onyx colored hair Then I saw the black lies in your eyes Carefully hidden there. You did not know that I could see The truth there in the man (No precious jewel can buy my heart From yours or any hand) In twilight's hue I turned to you At the sun's last golden glow Your jaded eyes full of surprise As I softly told you....... no.
"We're almost home." I heard him say softly as he reached to keep me from tumbling
from my horse. "You've been asleep for some time. I wondered how you've
managed to stay upright this long." "Have I truly?" I yawned. "I used to do that but that was before I lost..... she must have been looking out for me." I heard him chuckle in the near darkness. "No. not really. You fell off several times but I caught you almost every time." "Oh, I did not!" I groaned and swung to punch his shoulder and almost fell indeed. Then I reined Snow close to his side and kissed his startled mouth and fled laughing. He caught up to me, grabbing my right hand and we rode all the way into camp that way hesitating to let go even to dismount. When we did at last after much snorting and complaining from the horses, we stood silently holding onto onr another and revelling in the magic of all we had seen and shared. There were simply no words and no reason to say any.