A Musical Surrender

A Musical Surrender

Music sweet as love overflows
From my love-laden secret hours .
Music sooth her heart of soul
Impassioned resonance whispers from my heart ,
Beside the gentle, graceful , stream's ripple .
Does the melody arouse some muted desire ?
Flowing peacefully with the river’s song ?

Avow the dazzling starlit sky
Enrapture the sweetest song escaping into nature’s ear .
Above , the moon rains her enchanting beams down
Like flowing notes of effervescent radiance ;
Harmonious , delightful sounds ,
As sad and deep as lamented love's buried treasures .

Surrender to love’s song as the tides of love flood
The barren tide pools of lonely hearts ;
Whatever past tides ebbed away from the love of life ?
Concede the flooding currents fill the heart
So full of love ... the most melodious of all the harmonies ,
That one last drop, one last tear
Of joyful surrender ,  a waterfall .

Let love’s blossoms swell
Into rain awakened flowers .
The genesis of splendor awaits ,
The love song’s intimate accompaniment ,
Yielding an inspiring dream’s transcendence .
Enable the sound of music touch our moonlit slumber
As we embrace in the gentle stillness
Of our merciful surrender…

©  ... harlon rivers

Dave Matthews Band ... If Only

Blushing Paintbrush ...(10w)

paint aloud

all the ways

we misbehave

in your dreams

Bedazzled by spring’s rustling whispers

Bedazzled by spring’s rustling whispers

Whistles the poignant breeze
hummingbird’s whirr 
whooshing throughout
twining honeysuckle lattice

woven rootlets hidden
beheld speckled eggs

potently perfumed flowers
while away the waning hours

waxing heavenly fragrance
sweetly-scented suckled nectar
 
the one with eyes of a child
imbibes the spellbinding waft

bedazzled by spring’s rustling whispers
in a reverent moment's
edifying intoxication

~ ~ ~

May 29th, 2014 © harlon rivers

Cherry Blossom Blizzard

mother nature's ever presence ...

a wind storm with a different perspective ...

Cherry Blossom Blizzard

A thunderous growl

daunted the horizontal night

as it whistles and roars

through the sky-high

swaying timber  grove ,

rumbling like an unstoppable

runaway freight train

... elements of nature

howl with the reckless wind

battling to defy gravity

blossoms of Spring 

travel in horizontal waves

as the surging winds strip away

shards of flying cherry blossoms ;

veiling clarity as if it were

a stunning fragrant white out ,

overwhelming all

adrenalin heightened senses ,

with a cherry blossom blizzard

wild cherry trees drip

the perfect storm’s teardrops ,

lamenting the loss

of its season’s  purpose ,

well-grounded essential blessings

thrive to bear the fruit of their essence

... natural gifts supply need over desires

while the savored cherry pies of summer

fly away like dust in the gusty spring wind ~

© 2013 … Harlon Rivers

Cosmic Clouds of Dandelion Wishes

What would become of dreams if we keep them hidden ?

I . . .

The puff of breeze gathered a hazy gossamer cloud
fuzzy blowballs rising afloat like rainbow balloons fly higher
a million ripe dandelion florets mushroom skyward
unleashed kites sail behind clouds breath - -
sweetly poignant lilac fragrance whelms the Spring air
as white organic feathery filament flit , wishes strewn awhirl ,
frolicking with the cadence of uplifting windsong ;
her yearning heart’s fine pappus traces lifted alive ,
a dreamfullness blown aloft by wish infested lips

II . . .

Wishfulness whimsically sown about in the wind
for to reap the will of heart’s desires
white doves fly on hallowed wings of hope's genesis
transcendent sensibilities escape uncommonly
unto the wistful wafting cosmos
scattered felicity flows blissfully

in the blustery wanderlust airstream
chimera entwined in the prevailing updraught 

of sublime possibilities
where eddies swirl in ether places ,
swellen with wished upon stardust ,
buoyant with glittering dreaminess ;
overspill a moonstruck stardust
that testifies when she’s near  

III . . .

In the whoosh her simple life - breath exhaled ,
imagination joyfully comes to life
lamentable dreams could have been ; could be
lost yens can come to pass lightly
it’s never as good as it is , and it’s never as bad as it is
love must come naturally , unfurl without bounds ;
however fleeting , the moment of love never disappoints
if the pathway climbed never reached an epic apex
mountains stand tall , majestic ,
await each new aspiring dawn
it’s never too soon to surrender souls to touch ;
it’s never too late to forage another passageway ,
manifest into an untrodden higher ground . . .

IV . . .

Gently awakened from a dream by a warm spring chill
while lying back in the tall grass where wild Iris bob and sway
            . . . . . . yawning , . . . . .
looking upward towards the sun soaked sky ,
as something in the gentle whispering breeze
tickles enrapt earlobes , . .
a puff of breeze drifts past lazily
arousing hazy clouds of dandelion float seeds
animating , mesmerizing up , . . up , . . sail away wishes
spiring , sleepy, dream fraught eyes
ascending towards the endless heavens ' azure

 . . . . . . . remembering how you love to believe dreams do come true
            smiling with wish infested lips as wishes float away
            foreshadowing anticipation soars to life ~




©Harlon Rivers . . . May 1 , 2014

"Love grows by giving .
The love we give away is the only love we keep .
The only way to retain love is to give it away ."

Elbert Hubbard

#love #hope #dreams #wishes #desires

tremulous sigh ...(sensual)

thundering heartbeat's

thrummed palpitations

eurhythmic cadence's sway

a dulcet storm is swelling

poetry's rhythmic flow

love's tremulous sighs

... unleashed ...

intimacy crescendos

♪♫♪ ♫ ♪♪

.... into unbridled rapture ....

March   2014 ...rivers natural flow

rainy-day silent reverie ...(10w)

dreams remembered ,

moments forgotten ,

muted whispers

waft softly


... silent reverie ...

© harlon rivers

The Adore Within Whispers ...

The Adore Within Whispers ...

Do you notice the adore within allusive whispers ?
Can you feel the unplanned emotions rise ?
Will you just think the ardent wayfaring stranger, 

is just possessed by a wanton gypsy heart ?

Will you hear the sigh an unsettling love song ?
As it wafts insatiably amongst the subtle breeze ;   

an inflamed heart pleading for a fistful of mercy , 

from this prayer upon these bended knees .

A lonely wandering castaway , lost astray at sea ,  

tossing a wishing coin at a fountain far from shoreline .  

Imploring for a terrestrial stepping stone ,

that bridges a whole too vast to fill .

Flat stone skipping across rippled waters
Gravity's swirling currents cadences flow
Follow single silken beloved heart’s delicate threads , 

interwoven within this poetic oeuvre reborn .

There’s something in the innate spontaneous way 

she lilts with an eurythmic cosmic sway ;
rouse my body feels like the restless sky ,
move the earth beneath these calloused roots .

Unbridled hope renews

crystalline dreams shameless incarnation ,

as radiant as an exquisite baroque pearl .  

Caught between all you wish for, 

arousing sensibilities mourn for all you need .

An enchanting essence incarnates
the colour these unbroken dreams
budding , blossoming , unfolding unto life ...

© 2. 20. 2014 ...Harlon Rivers

"If I stay here just a little bit longer

If I stay here won't you listen to my heart ?

Ohh my heart ?"

Grey toned lyrics from :

"I don't want to talk about it", 

written by the late Danny Whitten

If Only in My Dreams ~ Ode to an Enchanting Poetess ~

        

 If Only in My Dreams

~ Ode to an Enchanting Poetess ~

In dreams she whimsically dances with shooting stars

Where moonshadows cast about , gracefully glide
Playfully she taunts and swirls the twinkling stardust ,
Drawn down from the heavens' twilight reprise

The beauty of the enchanting moonbeams ricochet
From her opalescent aura’s rousing tides
It's as if gifts of the sky rain down for to bask upon ;
Bathe in the revelry in love's ambrosial balm

These lonely eyes have pensively awakened in a daydream
In a lustrous presence where a beautiful soul doth flow
Liltingly chasséing with a nimble alluring cadence
A delicate butterflies' passionate flutter on

This spellbound heart is blissfully inhaling her alluring poetic potion
A tantalizingly free spirit of gifted quill shining bright
She notices not the one here gathering stardust in buttercups
A  secret yearning gaze swills the elixir of her splendor's light

For she adorns an all-encompassing  natural cosmic candescence
With a panache magnetically captivating celestial reign
She paints poetry the colour of a beckoning siren’s dreamscape
Fructifies my soul , the mind , the heart .

Within this hidden passion pulses , thrumming restlessly ,
To the graceful charm of her fanciful swing and sway
My silent reverie muted by the verve of an enchantress ballerina
Only in dreams , you know you love her when you watch her flit away
       
Unknowingly she has taught these broken wings to fly ;
To feel each and every heartbeat’s vibrant intone
Cherishing every single sacred breath deeply breathed
If only in my dreams ,  knowing in my heart I’ll never be alone

Therein lies the untrodden labyrinth to rhapsody
I’ve sipped the cup beheld her milk and wild mountain honey nectar
Delight in the essence an exotic angel soaring high as kite unfurled ,
Flying free as an arcadian bluebird with Eau de parfum paper wings

Believing without a doubt , the hope in dreams surely comes true ,
Getting ready for the flood , come by here ;
Showering down from beyond the heavens’ vast azure
Waiting here to drown in the moment of love ...

               harlon rivers© . . . February ,  2014

Frozen Inversion

Frozen Inversion

Watching black and white in slow motion
Nature's sunrise hypothermia grips the crack of dawn ;
the chilly whisper of a fresh breeze , brushes away
the shivering star dust as first light stretches and yawns ...
Rays of borrowed sunlight enlighten winter’s darkness ,
igniting a pale dim glow on the hazy horizon ...


Daybreak’s sunrays ~ tease sleepy tree tops
Deer cuddle in the tall frost covered switchgrass ,
shivering to stay warm among the frozen fiddleheads
Soon the dappled sunbeams will filter through
the ice crystallized fir brows ,
tantalizing dormant hope for brighter beginnings ...


Evergreen pinnacles lean towards
phantom solar encounters of organic cosmic delight ;
timber spires shadowing the quivering deer beneath ,
instinctively grounded deeply in mother earth's cocoon ~
The tall amber leftover summer grass spikes
provide shelter from the cold winter night’s air ...


A familiar sense of safety overpowers
the numbness of their frosted fir hides
Thick haired winter coats
adorn sacred flesh and blood ,
warming the frost heaves
under the matted down carpet of chilly moss ...


The sun plays hide and seek
throughout the out stretchered gnarly arms
of the massive native oaks
Thickly coated frosty lichen glistens
Ice sparkles and shimmers as if rays of hope
twinkle on the sleeping giant’s stature ...


White wintry tufts , like sugar coated cotton candy ,
slowly tease imagination and memory
as the ice crystals hug each other for warmth
while the moment fades
to pearl grey ...


The frigid air slowly swirls ~
The morning's glow of the frozen sky
manifests into a kaleidoscope's vision
of cognac to magenta hues
A captivating , mesmerizing dawn
disappears in the blink of an eye ~


Turning an enchanting moment’s paradise
into a whiter shade of pale ...

Harlon Rivers ...© 2013

"The true meaning of life is to plant trees,

under whose shade you do not expect to sit." Nelson Henderson

Whiter Shade of Pale...the debut single by the English rock band Procol Harum, released 12 May 1967.

acoustic guitar instrumental : 

arrangement by Martin Tallstrom