"Dreaming Out Loud"

...a chapter from The Word Whisperer

...Peaceful silence is exhaled in a sigh of unspoken sorrow...

Peaceful silence is exhaled

in a sigh of unspoken sorrow

Just a step away from love

Surrendering to unspoken thoughts

of a vanishing enchantment

 Dreaming out loud for the asking

Trying to bring back tomorrow

before the vivid dream

of dust to diamonds

no longer shines

Ungrounded surrender yields

to wanderlust tomorrows

Time won’t stand still to opine

While a rolling stone gathers no moss
rolling on through time

Love 's unearthed and nurtured significance
 buds in the garden of the heart and soul

Hope's blooms are rooted deeply within

the inner core of new beginnings

The spirit within our soul won't stand still

and watch the heart unravel

In the midst of quiet hesitation

Bewildered by over anxious, 
unrealistic emotional expectations

Dreaming recklessly out loud

of blossoming new beginnings,

An aching passion left me awake and stranded 
on the cotton sheets of dawn...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers ... July, 2012

Like a Man...Adam Cohen

Love is a Season

 a poem by Harlon Rivers...from "The Diary of the Falling Dominoes" of 2012

Love is a Season...

focus drifts in and out

on this rainiest of dark nights

my heart is low... as love turned cold

with the first frost of the changing seasons.

the golden sorrow of the fallen autumn leaves

carpet the November wilderness floor

traces of yesterday's sunshine

disappeared into a thick shroud of fog,

clouding the uncharted pathways

in the fields of lost enchantment.

glowing dreams faded

into the veil of the misty horizon

as the setting sun was enveloped

by the blanket of pending twilight.

sleepless eyes reveal my restless soul...

bitter sweet emotions flood a weary heart

mourning… the dream that’s over

grateful… for the hypnotic trance

lamenting… the thoughts of wasted love

thankful…we could walk a mile together

"love is a season that came to pass"

adore evolved with the gentle summer breezes

moving me like a blue bird’s feather

in a hot summer wind shear...

suddenly changing directions as if it were washed away

in a torrential tempest squall

of winter’s pending unpredictable season.

refreshed life dawns with each rising sun

while new moons radiate luminous reflections

upon the ebb and flow of life’s changing tides.

"unconditional love is an eternal season that shall never pass"

enriching the infinite presence of our true nature...

Lenny

Snow Covered Ashes

...a poem by Harlon Rivers

Snow Covered Ashes

the first dusting of snow

blankets the fall leaves

carpeting the Oak

and Maple grove floor.

a distinct vanguard

paints the imminent winter solstice.

daylight wanes…

now measured by moments

and melted candle wax

tick tock ~ tick tock ~ in the silence ~

passing time cannot be stopped

only the diminishing firewood pile

reminds that the passing season

of darkness is measured

by the ashes left behind

of what once was recognizable…

the warmth of the crackling fire,

the flickering glow hypnotizes

a vulnerable trance.

feeling a heart grow 
cold and dormant

as the changing season,

after such sublime awakenings ~

…eerie disappointment

…an unnatural sadness accompanies

the icy darkness of love's fading light.

as seasons change to winter,

a life without love

is a life without hope.

vanishing ever so slowly

like the snow covered

fallen and decomposing leaves

veiled by the imminent 
winter solstice…

Harlon Rivers…December 16th, 2012

Dave Matthews Band ~ If Only ~ Hollywood Bowl

Tantilized

...never closer than arms length and yet never out of mind… So close and yet so far away.

His heart beat like thunder,

When he dreamt about her smile

The words she wrote tantalized

A secret hurt in his heart

Hearing her soft spoken demure

Moving in the distant breeze,

Stirred an undeniable wanderlust

From restless worlds apart

He heard her voice call out his name ~

Her memory leads him on…



Harlon Rivers...December15th, 2012

Shine On

The poem was inspired by a profoundly enlightening human being...a gift from Abba 

...far brighter than these words could ever express...

Shine on my bright light...

Shine On...

 Shining with the effervescence of an eruption on the sun,

The Essence of her heart of soul glows brilliantly into the universe.

There has been every possible human raison d'être

To ebb her inherent spiritual soul shine

Compassion weeps from inspiration’s brilliance,

As if it were a shower of solar wind and rain

Energizing her ethereal poignant ambiance

Sun flow seems to shower down from the starry sky,

Igniting an emotional air of flooding bright light

From the aura of this angel of mercy

No Sun’s Moon could eclipse the luminosity of her being.

A spiritual radiance from another enchanting realm

Transcends all illumination

Heightening each intertwined plateau of her true nature

As destiny’s tangled and knotted roots embed

Into the oneness of indivisible unity

Surrendering willingly to love’s spontaneous flow

While yielding without resistance in a destined leap of faith

Trusting glowing feelings of an ardent free spirit

Blissful singing overwhelms me

The glistening aurora awakened a vibrant symphony of hearts

Enlightening the adoring moment,

Vividly a bird serenely sang …

“My moon… there is so much more to love than we see”~

December 8^th, 2012…Harlon Rivers

Many Moons Pass...

many moons have come and gone

since the thought even crossed my mind

so many rivers have been crossed,

on this long and winding road

we've been walking on.

there were times when bridges were burning,

others ... swimming in breath taking turbulence,

to unknown shorelines

throwing caution like a child of the wind

flying like a feather with the breeze in a leap of faith~

hopefully crossing muddy waters

while trying to find the brighter side of darkness.

some things we learn so slow

...there comes a time…

… when there is needed time

for building bridges

to other hopeful respite

never intending to fall in love again

and yet believing that nothing is inevitable.

if love is the purpose of this journey

giving love is asking for nothing in return

surrendering to an undeniable,

preordained destiny...

Harlon Rivers December 5th, 2012