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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

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,

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

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

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.

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

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
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Disrupting the PastDescending,
in the tilting of the breeze, swirling, curving
conquering, the air and space, whilst blinking eyes

Waiting,
deepening in the night... so dark... wings coming
arranging the stars in the sky for pleasure

Holding,
mastering secrets in sharp corners of disorder
centering pillows and quilts as flowers at home

Vanishing,
deserting, what once I have called... my own
mesmerizing blessings, that now, will never be known

Something,
enchanting that I used cherish so gently, long ago, is gone
mending a stir of mists inside my heart... disrupting the past

Sleeping,
dreaming and walking, carrying bewitched memories
wishing again, in vai

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

Kindness is a StrangerKindness is a stranger
a heart made of amber
running, always running after
something that is never there
the streets and woods where
he is walking
searching
without finding
passing right through
me and you

...

Don't be a stranger
be kind!

*K
MARCH
*Y
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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

Over My Body... The Clouds Go

Over my body... the clouds go

absorbing the water of my soul
until I am nothing...
nothing but a leaf
left here... floating lonely
with my remaining
unbearable lightness,
floating weightless
in the southern breeze
rusty blue, sudden
drained and dry
as an autumnal prelude
of a storm to come
already falling in
all aspects... shattered
all expectations... stained glass
seasonal... broken in pieces
as my terminal life
never accomplish or concluded
failing an hangar
to support my eager to fly
the cranes pass me by
pass me by... so white
they too leave me behind
no time to teach me how
to bend as soon the wind turns
I am clumsy with just one

Dark DreamHide
the moon inside
your pocket
full of dark clouds

Dive
in its depths
now, a blanket
made of black shrouds

Swim
with no regret
to the left
where there is no light

Dim
across an obsidian arc
where the stars were once
... so white

Lay down
beneath and play
the way
between above and under

Surrender your breath
forever
as an everlasting stream
Bender of my dream

*K
MARCH
*Y
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SleeplessIris between eyelashes that will not shut
awakened, for far too long

For a moment the rose is here,
the rose with secrets inside
and I know, how wild and white, she is, for a while
guarding a winter tempest in her heart
snowed-in, melting its little crystals, vanishing next
fearless white

Staring at walls and ceiling
crushing my face in holand pillows

Amethyst dark's and green dreams appears
they aren't clear in sleep, so I'm awake, again
somnambulistic fool
waiting something close to the rain
ghosts that hide in drops of pain
beyond the dark... white sparkles lurk in

Counting wrinkles in mirrors, fingers, dust on wood
and every single sh

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Blue Butterflies, AgainBlessed are the ones that see

the Blue Butterfly,

the magical creature that gives us life,
see her dancing between the trees
where white orchids glow,

see her between the fading twilight and
the silver rising of the moon...
oh, let us stay until dawn

*K
MARCH
*Y
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When Dragons Dream

The moorland turns again to the purple gold,
of my brothers falling scales, I join them
a sound of beating wings and taming storms
renewing the seasons, old glories and new springs

The cliffs we gain on the white sunny morning
as the sea kings settles their own battles, waving to the depths
singing melodies of fire burning, we watch
waiting to reconcile our hearts in the shiny glowing moon

The moorland keeps its silver ring full of treasures
as the cliffs reflects, enchanted mirrors and starring skies
our souls claim the magic of this night
while our dragon eyes hide in dreams of light

*K
MARCH
*Y
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HeartacheThis silver blade knows no shame
cutting my heart in half of its glory
and reaping the beating from my chest

I have hoped and prayed
wishing the pain to be swept away
crying myself, all miseries

It keeps pumping and bleeding
caring not for my hurt
living outside of me, still

The heartache remains and grows
damning me for all eternity
to this unknown identity...

*K
MARCH
*Y
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Silence is a Golden Art

by ~Kay-March, Oct 29, 2012, 10:35:52 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

We 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 and voids are born

Forged... light and darkness
ghosts in the corner, angered and amazed
look at us... no they are watching us
they know something we don't... they wait
weaves and wires are broken
slowly, a slice of millions of doors open

We face each other... apart and together
like we were before, always through time
the navigators that we were and are, lovers
as the matter splits in every direction
we hold a melody of inaudible sounds
within what was once our hands, hearts and souls

For this secret, they made us come
so, look now, what we can do!

*K
MARCH
*Y
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