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Moonlight NavigatorsBeneath the weaving willow
take my blanket and my pillow
of wild lavender mixed with old roses, feathers and holand
sleep the sweet deepest dream of Neverland

Where words blossom, leaves are filled with legends
poets write diaries tying their loose ends
between tilted grasses and tangled wings
the glow of stars resides, love live forever in the winds

Outside, the dimensional Night
reveals and hides the ethereal pale moonlight
secret tides within these human gates
untamed things still waits

The Moon grows and grows, a perfect circle, round
twinkling over clouds, casting shadows on the ground
a flight beyond the green woods
and o
Rebirth - Collaboration
See...  this is my domain, my reign
where death holds no path

I remember... how tall I was once,
how I sounded in the clearance of silence
how many, strong interlaced branches I carried
they all touched the tissue of the sky
all danced their celestial lullaby
rich coloured leaves, were my most precious, treasures
I smiled in the sun and in the wind and rain I balanced

I fell into someone else's gain... this is my only complain
they entered the sacred woods cutting deep into my skin and heart
still life insists... reaches for... my bleeding soul
seeds pierce the surface of the uncommon soil
vines starts weaving their chances with
Visions and WordsWalk with me to the plain fields of Riverwoods,
- he said, sounding like tree leaves growing.

Talk some more with the soft voice of waterfalls,
- she asked, closing her eyes, shifting rooks with a touch of fingers.

Get my hand and discover the intersection of crossroads,
- he pleaded, searching within the clouds, dreaming new worlds.

Let your inspiration take its twist and swirl with the winds,
- she nodded, answering him, dancing in his arms.

I'll paint the stars for you and smile,
- he declared, swinging and turning perfect circles.

And I'll put the Moon there and cry,
- she whispered, singing old lyrics, writing the silky sky.
Sleeping HeartA magnifying glass
moves through my life
yet, I can not see
where it leads me

I have lost my oracle sight,
my mystic guiding light
the perception of what the birds used to say
to my ear on the longest summer's day
I have lost their language, the understanding
the significance of their singing

An ancient fragrance
comes dancing,
cruising the river-sea
laying upon me

The beginning of a poem, seems already ending
almost a memory - taunting
and a ghost walks free - haunting
who else, but me?!
I can not bare, to wear this feeling
again, that keeps surfacing

Dark and blue, my mood as a hood
beneath the beams of the moon
hide
You Bring The StarsThe hills step off into whiteness
my head tilts for that angle
looking at the veil that brings the stars
yet, the sky persists in its darkness
avoiding my face

The haze is thick as a blanket
my chest breaths its cold humidity
a moister of salty water and sweet jasmine
chilling my bare skin to the bone
something inside the evening is calling me

The breeze stays in the stillness of my heart
without touching or moving
surrounding this place
slowing its pace for the becoming morning
as the black-lead is breaking

The sound of footsteps closing
the scent of far fields holding
lilies and shades of ghosts
softly as memories melting
Between GhostsThe scent of strawberry flower fields after dew
I hold it in my breath for a while...
Wild violets greet the light of dawning
making their perfect purpling smile just for me.
I feel secure and warm beneath the new sun
glowing between the leaves flirting with my skin.

The clock delays its timing...
You're not late, it's me that waits far too long
I'm happy with your mumbling and excuse
pretending I don't see the signs
let's spend the day thinking of nothing
romancing with the beads and acorns left in our quilt.

Things don't turn like they should.
You're too bitter for my radiance and I resent you.
A cloud covers the sun and leav
A Blur in Time... - Um Borrao no Tempo...Once...
I thought of love
as an everlasting rose.

Now...
years past
I know nothing lasts.

In the frailty of existence
even memories don't hold resistance...

Yet, they seem like reality
in this dream infinity.
More than a poem's verse,
an entire and mysterious universe.

...a blur in time that holds my hand...

Original: * Um Borrão no Tempo... *

Outrora...
pensei no amor
como uma rosa eterna.

Agora...
anos passados
eu sei que nada perdura.

Na fragilidade da existência
mesmo as memórias não detêm resistência...

Ainda assim, parecem reais
neste sonho infinito.
Mais do que o verso de um poema,
Lady of the WaterDrop by drop, the sky weeps
its blue glory to the golden fields
old vows are made to this veil of rain
where the colours of my love lie down to sleep, again

argent and purple in velveteen dreams
entwining the rich silk of the evergreen heather
claimed by a crown of wild flowers
an intricate cradle of rainbow made for hearts

duelling gods their music leaves
a fragrant and enchanted spell released
golden apple seeds and oak leaves
to catch the pale glow of souls

the raw-silver of the moon brings
a web weaved of new springs
mosses stones and chanting pebbles
reveals in pure clarity - the Lady of the Water

*K
MARCH
*Y
© co
Silence is a Golden ArtWe face each other, expressionless, wordless,
unchangeable... deathless
turned into something... something
that wasn't here a moment ago
something more... or less
a thing... that was once human

Always silently...
"silence is a golden art acquired only by few"
even thoughts, memories are quiet in this stillness
frozen somewhere inside ourselves, lost
and even every movement seems unreal, floatable
we are carriers of an unbearable lightness

Behind, we leave clothes and skins
with a sudden fearless, awareness
of the creatures we are becoming
shape-shifters, made of scattered weightless tissue
both locked inside the blue room
where stars an
Another Kind of PoetryIt's been cold for quite some time...
winter closets leave reluctantly their well guarded warm clothes
for those unprotected shoulders that wished summer was still here
I don't care for the latest fashion desires, feathers in furs, or crazy umbrellas,
expensive dresses or smooth leather stiletto heels
I'm good with my woolen sweater and wind-cutter
fine in jeans and my feet thanks me for the dry socks and comfortable mountain boots
and though I forgot gloves, the pockets are big enough for my hands...
freely as I can - I walk the riverside line

Jancaradas exhibit a complexity of greens, filled with bags of seeds
as other trees lose their pr
Passing ThroughThe wind is a sculptor
molding the hills

Spheres threw their spells
holding our time

Between the two we live and claim

The trees in unison are a single, unique singer
carrying each sound

Stars cry down their glow
melting through, for the ground

Beneath the two we love and aim

The sea is a captive master
running in moon-tides

Mermaids and magicians
weaving all the elements

Beside the two we die for what we can not tame

*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Open RoadClosets full of bare ghosts, lost and lonely
my loss they are mourning
through the hall and bedroom
clothes float, softly tilting over my head, sauntering
stressfully, painfully... finally
they come to rest, finding
a refuge on my skin, tenderly blinking
laying within my eyelashes sleeping
my hair… my face, caressing

There aren't no more footsteps
where your shoes remain in vain
only layers of emptiness and dust here stay
lingering in pain
glowing, silvery... yet grey
shadows hidden away... Is it me or they?!
through the mirrors dancing
the walls, the all house twisting
wrapping my soul in it, swirling

An open road is
A Winter's TaleWinter's tale came with a cloak covering skin
a white so pure that even Stars feel compelled to sing
crystal jewels keep their gentle, endless falling
until a sudden stop above my eyes and breath, duelling
against my hair in a silver and red intertwining...
What a crown I have, what a queen I'm willing
to be... a frost of wind, breaking,
            a set of drops glowing in the dawning
within the hands of Sun I'm melting
water and haze I'm becoming
like Love ever changing
in this new independent state of green
that all these other people call Spring
I'm wishing...
the pa
EchoesThe voices echo, crying
repeating themselves... over and over again
to no one, nowhere

They leave the sharp cliffs - the blades of doom
diving into the wild... the wild wind
the daring birds of prey

Tails and wings hail the air, sliding the shoreline of golden
where sands are eternally kissed by the sea foam
they shine - stars waiting until dark

Multicolour beads fly for the evening to decorate heaven
as they did during the day the harsh and hard land
the birds of prey, echo still, returning to the sharp cliffs

They perch the branches of old pine trees
crusted by the salty breeze and a perpetual haze
they swing and sing too, a melancholi
Lovers NamesHemlocks scattered by the wind's hand
holds the winter, far away in a land
somewhere, lost in time, lost for time
...where is still cold… forever
where the distant glitter calls the white snow
to be his fair bride, being together

Old stones and poisoned weeds,
walls of entwined trees
beholds in captivity such beauty, but
Whom is the guardian?
Whom is the prisoner?
Love enjoys its Shakespearian plays and ways

A web of diamond dew freezes, weaves little crystals,
that both of them wear instead of skin, gentle veils
hiding their names in layers of lazy weather
brighter, lighter as an angel feather
dancing between sky, land and sea
ever
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The GiftPlease, stop crying
- he says... with tears, flourishing in his eyes.
These rivers go to nowhere,
only desert land, in the end, they will find!

Dissolve your sorrow in them
- he says... with trembling lips.
These clouds are not really water,
they will never reach liquid skies!

Take it,
- he says... reaping out his heart.
This is my gift to you, this ruby jewel,
still beating in my bare hands!

Oh gods... Oh heavens...
- I can not accept its cursed blessings.
What shall I do with one more pain upon my shoulders,
if I can not endure my own weight?

*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Open RoadClosets full of bare ghosts, lost and lonely
my loss they are mourning
through the hall and bedroom
clothes float, softly tilting over my head, sauntering
stressfully, painfully... finally
they come to rest, finding
a refuge on my skin, tenderly blinking
laying within my eyelashes sleeping
my hair… my face, caressing

There aren't no more footsteps
where your shoes remain in vain
only layers of emptiness and dust here stay
lingering in pain
glowing, silvery... yet grey
shadows hidden away... Is it me or they?!
through the mirrors dancing
the walls, the all house twisting
wrapping my soul in it, swirling

An open road is
Sleeping HeartA magnifying glass
moves through my life
yet, I can not see
where it leads me

I have lost my oracle sight,
my mystic guiding light
the perception of what the birds used to say
to my ear on the longest summer's day
I have lost their language, the understanding
the significance of their singing

An ancient fragrance
comes dancing,
cruising the river-sea
laying upon me

The beginning of a poem, seems already ending
almost a memory - taunting
and a ghost walks free - haunting
who else, but me?!
I can not bare, to wear this feeling
again, that keeps surfacing

Dark and blue, my mood as a hood
beneath the beams of the moon
hide

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Along with shame, the shadows came
the shadows along, as the witch proud shroud
of the primeval new moon
fading the fresh roses of June
stealing blue passions their tune

Duelling ghosts of Heaven and Hell keep calling
the resentment of the Furies summoning
changing everything
as the light of day, slowly runs away
I will not play anymore nor will I pray for more

Scarlet skies bleed into rain
I crawl, feeling their cries and pain
in the obsidian amethyst night
where oracle flowers, grows
giving birth to majestic crows

Dream castles fall down, crashes
dust wind and ashes
remains of old stones, dazzling white bones
glittering marbles against the dark
haze veils paint the dew in black

Secretly closed, tomb and ark
I will guard such treasures inside
hiding from human sight
as I become a shadow too
unfolding the dying roses and holding you


*K
MARCH
*Y
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*ArthurCrow Aug 28, 2012  Professional Writer
Very well written... good descriptions and you weaved a captivating mood.
Loved your word choices and smooth flow! :)
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~Kay-March Aug 28, 2012
Thank you truely and kindly for your appreciation and comment, I'm touched by your own words regarding this piece!
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*ArthurCrow Aug 28, 2012  Professional Writer
Hey you're very welcome, was my pleasure to read :)
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~Kay-March Aug 29, 2012
:D The pleasure is mutual!
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~Kiddo0526 Jul 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is gorgeous! I absolutely love the emotion this gives off. :]
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Mood: Love ~Kay-March Jul 25, 2012
Thank you, kindly, please feel free to visit my gallery, seat for a while and read some more. You're most welcome!
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~Kiddo0526 Jul 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome! :tighthug:
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Mood: Joy ~Kay-March Jul 26, 2012
All the same for you!
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~i-am-a-retro-lass Jul 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
i love it also. xx
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~Kay-March Jul 23, 2012
Thank you kindly, please do feel free to visite my gallery and read some more if you like. It will be a pleasure talking with you!
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