AND I WILL DANCE FOR YOU

And I Will Dance For You
                     

and I will dance for you in darkness
I will dance for you in light
I will catch you up in starshine
brighten corners of your night.


I will sing you of the love songs
still yet unsung in my heart
build a fire in the coldness
saved from hope's undying spark.


I will fly you up to heaven
swim you underneath the seas
kiss you on the tops of mountains
hold your hands in Eden's breeze.


play for me, the music in you
play for me, the soul's refrain
play for me, the song of your heart
in the sunshine and the rain.


and I will dance for you in rapture
I will twirl in love's embrace
living for applause of your eyes
the approval of your face.


dancing, dancing, sad feet dancing
trampling sadness till it's gone
I will dance for you forever
my feet have, at last, found their song.

©by Voo
April 29, 2006 
5 p.m. 

I'LL COME IN STORM CLOUDS

           

        

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I'll Come In Storm Clouds

Hear the rain

Fall on the glass

Small wet drops

Now coming fast.

Hear the thunder

How it roars

Let’s run to bed now

And bolt the doors.

Hear the lightning

See it strike

It’s going to be

An electric night.

Light the candles

Pour the wine

The night is yours

And you are mine.

Read me poetry

You wrote for me

Look through my eyes

See what I see.

I’ll kiss the words

Right off your mouth

Unleash the passion

And pour it out.

Your hands are velvet

Your hands are steel

I’ve much to teach them

About how to feel.

I’ll dance for you

In candle glow

And show you things

That you don’t know.

For rain awakes me

And thunder calls

But lightning evokes me

Most of all.

For I am thunder

And I am rain

And I come as lightning

To strike again.

This breath I breathe

I breathe for you

This feast in my eyes

Is prepared for you.

Come, let us taste

Come, let us dine

On rain and thunder

And love and wine.

My heart is hungry

My need is great

Love, be my banquet

I cannot wait.

The night is passing

Tomorrow dawns

But rush of passion

Goes on and on.

I cannot stop now

Till this storm has quit

It drives me onward

With each lightning hit.

And you, my wildness

And you, my joy

Inspire my wiles to

Further employ.

Till daylight breaks

And night has fled

And we lie happy

In this rumpled bed.

The candles burned down

To melted pools

The wine drops warming

In glass still cool.

I kiss your face

You touch my hair

And all the fires

Still smolder there.

Let’s sleep awhile

Let’s dream and then

Wait for the storm

To stir up again.

You’ll be my desert

Thirsty anew

And I’ll come in storm clouds

And rain on you.

©by Voo

March 13, 2010

NOTHING LEFT STANDING BUT VAMPIRES

                                                                                                                                                                                      

                                                                                                                    

Nothing Left Standing But Vampires

I walk down the boulevard in old New Orleans

In my designer black high heels and my little black dress

Tripping on cobblestones and grabbing for lamp posts

That are no longer there

Looking for houses and landmarks and history

That have stood for ages against wind and rain and fire

But they are no more

They are memories washed out to sea..........

I stand underneath a tree that has survived

And I marvel at it's tenacity; I caress the limbs and

Branches with their pitiful leaves reaching out to me

With human like gestures and I hear them whispering

In pleading voice "Why?"

And I shrug and hang my head and cold tears run down

My face and fall upon the broken ground...........

My birth place is a junkyard now

Not a trace left of the wide verandas and hanging ferns

White wicker furniture and fountains sparkling in the sun

Just pieces of glass lying there reflecting my sorrowed face

In a pool of water not fit to touch the earth

I walk in silence down streets that don't exist

Through gardens that have no fruit or flower

In this shattered city that has drowned in jazz and

A hurricane's embrace................

Ghost ships pull into the port and disappear in mists of smoke

And fog, dispensing cargoes to the ghosts who run to catch them

And then, they too, disappear, their voices crying out and

Trailing off in winding wails of woe and homelessness

The golden sun falls now into fiery red and still I walk

And still I look and search for remnants of the home I cherished

And the parish I played in and the city I loved................

It's so silent now I can hear my heart beating in my breast

My tears have dried and have emptied their reservoir

I can cry no more

Darkness comes and covers me in it's blanket of warm, black ink

I put my arms around me and hug myself in desperation

A comfortless gesture, and as my eyes adjust, I walk on as the moon

Comes up shining over the scattered landscape

A breath of wind blows softly behind me and touches me with friendly

Hands and I sigh in gratitude and turn.................

And as I turn, I catch the outline of a form in black standing there

Among the shadows

On the remnant of a balcony with it's white hand upon the rail

For a moment the figure doesn't move, it's head bowed in silent

Sorrow and it's tears glittering in the moonlight

Then he raises his sad face towards me and our eyes meet 

In the still pale light and in sweetness 

Only two grieving hearts can share...............

He nods and moves so I can see the useless dagger 

He holds to his own throat in voiceless agony 

But he cannot die, he can never die, not even of grief 

And I nod and raise my hand in greeting and he returns in kind

For long agonizing seconds we stand there still as death, longing to

Run to hold one another but do not move and do not move

And do not move, our feet frozen in icy grip of traumatized despair...........

And then, with one last long look, I turn to go and leave the figure

Standing there in his crumbling mansion watching me as my high heels

Click on pavement, rock and shards of glass

As the sun comes up, I find my destination 

And slip in between the twisted gated fence 

And search the rows of granite that are standing

Some are not and some are gone but one stands there resolutely

Against the sky, it's angels flying merrily in gray relief 

And it's resident's name carved there for all to see and wonder at..........

I run my fingers over the angels' faces 

And press a kiss into my hand and blow it into the wind

Then looking forlornly at my broken city washed clean and desolate

In the morning, I slip into the grave to sleep

Not resting, never resting now but tossing back and forth

In bitter search of peace..........

I slip off my high heeled shoes 

And see that my feet are cut and bruised and bleeding 

And I smile

Feeling somehow, alive

The only thing living in New Orleans.

©by Voo

September 5, 2005

2 p.m.

 My Vampire Heart by Tom McRae

Voo and Mark the vampire

thanks, Mark, man of 1000 faces

IN WINDS OF DARK DESIRE

In Winds of Dark Desire

through time and space

like cherry blossoms

falling from a tree

i bit the apple

of mad seduction

and

gave birth

to you and me.

there was no one

before you then

except a fantasy

no one

to hold me back

and say

"you belong to me."

so i plunged deep

into your eyes

and

further to your soul

that innerspace

of good and grace

weaved through

with hues of gold.

falling

like a dying bird

falling

like a dream

falling

like a scorched red rose

that

had no voice to scream.

and at the bottom

of the fall

i fell into your hands

I learned the ways

of love and lust

of

woman and of man.

now the two of us

walk through the world

like beings

from above

seeing this

and

hearing that

and tasting of sweet love.

perhaps

we will not always be

perhaps

the dream will end

perhaps

through time and space

once more

we’ll slip and fall again.

like cherry blossoms

on a tree

are hearts

filled up with fire

so beautiful

so delicate

in the winds

of dark desire.

and though they bud

and though they grow

and their perfume

touches all

like you and i

and all who bloom

we

are born to fall.

©by Voo

April 14, 2012
3:19 p.m.

DEATH BY DEJA VU

Death by Deja Vu

Remembering things

That have not come to pass

I drank the sands of time

In polished glass

In mirrored halls

On checker-boarded floors

I danced the waltz

In rooms that had no doors

And then by some degree

I could not say

I crawled beyond the night

Into the day

'Twas there in amber dawn

I saw the key

Held in the hand of one

Who looked like me

Floating just above

An azure pool

With veils that blew in winds

Of fire, yet cool

She looked at me

And smiled a taunting smile

Put out her hands

And held me for a while

I could not speak

There were no words to say

She read my thoughts

And whispering, slipped away

And as the morning came

I saw the stream

That wandered through the world

Within the dream

Mad and maddening,

Like ends that have no start,

The sun exposed

The hollows in my heart

I could not find the path

That leads to love

I could not grasp the hand

Within the glove

So I turned back

To seek the house of stone

From which I had escaped

And stood alone

And in my hand, a key

I had not found

Turned in an ancient lock

Without a sound

My house, my house

The place I knew so well

With towers high

And cellars deep in hell

The ballroom called to me

And off I ran

And the girl there in the mirrors,

Began her dance again.

©by Voo

September 13, 09

 3:13 a.m.