The Epitome of Grace

... a poem by Harlon Rivers about the evolution of love ~

The Epitome of Grace

we go where we don't know the way

whispering something only we can hear

your heart exhales a symphony in a passionate sigh ,

one can wait a lifetime never being completely sure

that what we hoped and dreamed would become crystal clear

faded memories left “etched in stone” traces ;

pathos abandoned ashes scattered on some distant horizon’s rocky shoal

clarity lost in a muddled moment of wanting what was taken ,

more than what is given ,

leaving a daunting void , seemingly too big to fill

even lives evolving in continuous motion

can seem as if time stands st still ~

when the deepest breaths become uneasy ,

speechlessness adorns the romantic blissful silence ,

falling forward ... gracefully surrendering into you

our poignant sensual embrace

is like awakening in the essence of a rosebud

the epitome of an amazing grace

sensitive to the most intimate touch ,

floating breathlessly on a fervent uplifting breeze 

a warm breath of passionate blush

blossoms with a loving yet vulnerable natural esprit ,

a vibrant ray of hope shining on the cloudiest days ,

your true light's spirit shines throughout

even when the darkest nights turn blue

I will always love you unconditionally ~

No matter what destiny unveils …

Harlon Rivers ... February 14th. 2013

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"Waterfall" sung by Gavin DeGraw

Secret Place

Secret Place

There is a secret place you go
where no one can follow
A place to get what you want
but not what you need
 

Not knowing when you’re going
isn't like being left behind
It’s a place where only you
know what you’ll find
 

Sometimes when we’re together
you’re not near me
Sometimes there is a place
without me you’d rather be
 

Every time I think I've found
your heart’s magic labyrinth
There’s a light in your eyes that shines
from a secret place I can’t see
 

Your eyes glisten with the depth
of your spirit’s understanding
Trying to go there with you
has got me flying blind
 

I’ll just stay here watching
the river of time flow by quietly
Waiting patiently for your presence
to feel back at home with mine …
 

© Harlon Rivers ... February 17th, 2013
 

The Melody of a Moment

Sometimes the melody of the moment

has an extremely vague and illicit tone

Distressing sibilance, confusing

the harmonics of the song

Idle time passes and yet circles

the same familiar beginning point

as if frozen, never bending the slightest note

as time slips past without notice

Surrendering to unresolved

pondering wonderment

Accepting natural forgone conclusions

seems like the only

likely option at hand

Although, surrendering in this moment

would feel like the music died

Knowing I have passed

this definitive point repeatedly,

while believing it resembles

an identical lost beginning,

implies an ambiguous ending

as unprovoked thoughts

elicit hazy illusions

of a past moment’s memory

I’ll never learn to comprehend

those cryptic messages

believed to vaguely exist

somewhere in-between the lyrics' lines

of written understanding

Ill-conceived misunderstanding

The chimera of silent reverie 

Each time I pass this way

I’ll always wish I still knew you 

I’ll always hold out hope 

for your awakened understanding

I hear elements of your heart's song

interwoven within broken dreams

of what could have been

harmonic musical reality…

© 2012 Harlon Rivers 

A Broken Moon

A Broken Moon

Stars fall from the sky

as incandescent Moon dust

radiates from the glowing heavens

The brokenhearted moon

wept whispers exhaled
purge effervescent moonbeams

Teardrops sparkle

 like shooting stars,

fading into the twilight

Not all the stars

will fall from the sky

in Luna's tempest storm

Take note of your heart

Love more in a leap of faith

Listen to love steal away over doubts

To shine it’s light ~

Rekindling luminosity in the shadows

of a broken moon …

Harlon Rivers…December 20th, 2012