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Beautiful Alec... I dearly love the colour... TY!!!
The Story is Ours
The sun will know where we first began
To explain there is no need
All we have been before is in our hands
But, when you come with me
You must lead
Many a story calls our hearts to fly like doves
From where our flowers bloom
Into skies of our beliefs we soar above
Unknown valleys of woven time
Spun upon life's loom
In flight together, we will find an open door
Where our needs are met the same
With no concern of what came heretofore
Yet, when you come with me
Know my name
Bright feathers from the changing years
Will lie within our home's flowers
What we have been will shed no tears
For when you come with me
The story's ours
How little in me is not touched by you!
A friendship is a light that fills the heart,
Painting with its gold each darkened hue,
Providing warmth to each sequestered part.
You are the mirror of my better self,
Verifier of the best in me,
A bridge across the unsuspected gulf
Lodged between what can and ought to be.
Expectations can be wings, not bars,
Necessary to sustain our flight.
The faith of friends in us is wholly ours,
Incoming to uplift us to its height.
No soul can see itself, but must depend,
Each on each, upon a trusted friend.
Mountains stand, yet only view, others as gusts of rain
Yet a dream stands there in silence
Even in this time our hearts can ascertain
It is here we can find our balance
There are footsteps seeking out tomorrow's fountains
Shining golden in their quest
That look up into the faces of these mountains
With silent dreams which never rest
To return to their homes, there is never any thought
When they see the gentle leaving of day
Feather across the peaks, when the eve is sought
Taking one more step along the way
There is blood on the sandals and gold in the hearts
Of the dreamers who quests are ascertained
Viewing others as one side apart
While silent dreams, become much more
Than gusts of rain
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
When You See the Sunset
Wherever you have gone before, nothing can compare
To these wings you defiantly wear
Your flushed cheeks are flooded with silken tears
Falling on a heart without fear
You love life more when you can see the sunset
As an open invitation to forget
Everything which you know in fact to be true
Wandering deep inside of you
You say there is nothing blooming within your air
So these wings you must wear
Yet underneath it all you find you cannot fly
Fearless, in an unknown sky
Wherever you have gone before, matters not to me
Everything you are inside, I can see
I love you more than life itself, so do not forget
What is true, when you see the sunset
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
A calming silence can hold its own beauty as a guide
When nothing at all, seems quite right
With barely a look at those storms outside
Turning quickly into dust
In your sight
Winds may blow within your hair, startling your spirit
Until calming silence's beauty you behold
Sprinkling you with a peace defined and delicate
Streaming wisps of serenity
Into your soul
Quite a message a calming silence brings to me
When nothing seems quite right
I barely look at those storms, you see
With all this peace streaming
Into my sight
Such beauty is found in the serenity of silence
Regardless of the winds that blow
My spirit is calmed in a definite balance
When silence streams into
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Time XXI by Khalil Gibran
And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"
And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
Just For You
I want to be divided in a downward rush
To see where color hides
Scale high walls in a garden lush
Then roam at will, to where
When time draws near for the rising moon
I want to feel my heart released
Be at command with options tuned
Yet still have one knee bent
In calming peace
I want to thrill at life and bask in its freshness
Cheerfully go on and on and on
Hold wisdom in long embraces
Feel the greatest delight in my heart
Before I meet the dawn
When first light comes to greet my face
I may find more to do
If not, then I will gladly stand in place
With these arms wide open
Just for you
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Where My Soul Bleeds
I am looking at black ink waking up the words that cut through me
While praying, they form a message that sends relief
I want to scream out that this is my world I love so deeply
And that every page is the ground
Where my soul bleeds
Tell me is it less fair to extend a soul so drained that it no longer sings
Yet still rises shyly to offer a quiet refrain you will never forget
Do the tears that are folded into a new day
Become ignorant so much so that they
Drown your spirit
If I wrote you a love letter, would you search the world for our destiny
Perhaps finding words full of vibrant colors that spin on the truth
Or would you get discouraged with my right hand
For delaying the proud breezes you wish
To feel here in wonder
I am looking at black ink racing through my veins
Let me take the time to create a story that will comfort every page
Of this world I love so deeply because rare is the heartbeat
That overcomes that which is taught by time to walk
On the definition of a kiss
My thoughts crumble into sweet passion waking black ink
Until my heart is bathed in a constant notice from time and space
Although my words are never spoken
Bits and pieces of them enjoyed the last time the ink whispered
Onto pages where my soul bleeds
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
Like forgotten lines dancing around love
that never bloomed,
knowing not where to start or end.
You will know when you look
at the blurs that form
when crossing the night
Stretching across the lines are flowers
that once planned to brush the lips
of all the answers
Yet, the smile on your face
could change the mind,
overwhelm the heart
In the distance I see rain
coming down from the air of dreams
full of laughs and smiles
I stare for such a long time
knowing it could all soon go away,
and my heart cries
as I write.
Forgotten lines cut into winds
but have always been right there
dancing around love
that could bloom.
Without moving far off
or crossing the night
we can still
Neva Flores 09/20/2011
Sinking Into the Night
I am willing to sink into the sound
of night's changing secrets
where the world sees my breath
wipe away the tears mirroring its pain.
Smiles are caught on fire,
wooed by this poet,
but do not reflect the same.
Instead of playing under trees,
I allow everything to be swept away
by the winds
on the soft petals of a voice.
A voice that empties all its brilliance
into our sleep
comes to see our smiles rejoice.
Life is exhibited in dirt
from the bottom of my shoe
yet never utters a word.
Still, I will never wave goodbye
to thoughts that turn.
Does anyone ever really understand
the smiles a poet burns?
I welcome hands that hush the existence
of whispered memories
lighting candles dwelling in our minds.
If you knew what was on the line,
would you be willing to sink
into night's sound
ﾃ,ﾃ,ﾃ,ﾃ,ﾂｩ 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Spread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house.
Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor...
Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier.
Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face,
kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness in your warm greeting.
~ Mother Theresa ~
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Robert Louis Stevenson