An ocean full of stars

An ocean full of stars

 There is a sky full of oceans
garnered somewhere
between the stars

 An ocean full of stars
between every mirrored
moonlit wave

 The moment that carries you forward
is also the very moment
of never being able to go back again

 Caught in the incoming tides blossom
when the moment of love rushes in...

authors note:

                      from the sky full of stars series ~

                                                        by © H A  Rivers

 

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

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

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

The Honey Bee & The Last Winter Rose

                    honey bee … sweet honeyed bee

           humming and bumbling
    titillatingly buzzing , drunken stumbling ,
wallowing insatiably in blossom's touch

intoxicated within velvety enchantment
impaired by sticky silken pearlessence
the sweet elixir of luscious petals waft

tantalizing little smitten honey bee kisses
brushed of intensely hued honeyed nectar
weighted by pollination's residues

woozy... grounded in an enraptured daze
ne’er desire to fly away again
drawn into mesmerizing hibernation

surrendering , heretofore only a simple wish
... to be held eternally
... lifted by the wings of love

petals enshroud forever wishes
total unconditional embrace imbibes delight
unabridged repose of slumber awaits

enslaved by one love's petaled cocoon
the sweetest rhapsody manifests
honey bee nuzzles the last winter rose ...

~ honeyed blissfulness forevermore ~

© Harlon Rivers ...the night before December, 2013

  If only I were a little honey bee 

        ... and , you the blossoming rose

               ... oh how sweet I'd be for to hold

                         ... enslaved by your hallowed petals' kiss

                                   

The Whole Moon was Pining…

The Whole Moon was Pining...

I.

The full moon’s beams couldn't shine through the haze
when you mask your emotive sensibilities
cloaked behind your veiled penchants
The dappled moon’s gleam
illuminates thy nimbus view
beneath her muddled light,
where whispering moonbeams
illumine from behind and through
the shrouded luminescent night aglow

II.

When you wish a wish upon a twinkling star
ne’er revoke the wish, nary a dream denied undreamt,
after the coin was thrown beyond the mystical bounds
Exhaled from the umbrage of the silence,
a murmured sigh ricocheted from distant realms afar,
under befuddled breathe obscured by the notion;
ne’er a second thought of conscious opine
exhaled in this sullen moment of veiled aches,
yet unnoticed, the olive branches sip quietly from beside the ink well

III.

Disavowed dreams stealing away into befogged thought,
some kind of madness, like the tangerine sunset
recanted by the conflicted twilight azure
The cracks in broken hearts and dreams
are where the resplendent bursting moon’s fetter
enkindles a natural vernal verve
Oh! her magical incandescent waterfall of grandeur
washes over me, basking in this illuminating moment,
bathing in Luna’s enchanting healing balm...

© Harlon Rivers ...July. 2013    …Full Moon 16 day(s) old

authors notes: This was an experience (!)

Being a moon monger, "where there is a will there is a way"…

Written Tuesday night under full moon, with ink and paper
and brought to a red brick and mortar library world.
First time ever to a library for online access became a narrative of it own saved and published at "Word Whisperer" poetry blog, in another live library moment...

...totally unplanned and spontaneous but needed a spell check
from real ink words...to be entered into the digital box...

...but now is the needed time to requite the whole & full moon’s fetter.

Oasis

Our precious moments together are an oasis

A place where new beginnings evolve into vivid life...

...a poem by Harlon Rivers

Oasis

Our moments together are an oasis

Respite from this journey’s rocky mile

Alone together in a deserted desert island’s secret garden

Where adoring affections

paint the depth of a picturesque

beheld warmth of sweetest tenderness

Hearts and minds impassioned harmony’s opus

Surrendering to love’s enchanting flows

Enlightened by conscious oneness

Yielding to the repose of a silent starlit bay’s twilight halo

Swirling Moon beams dance around like the falling stars ballet

As effervescent currents eddiy in a radiant sky’s afterglow

The blending of connected souls

kindle love’s shimmering light

Love’s tower of strength is euphoric refuge

Shelter from life’s perfect storms

Intimacy surrendered slowly is a soothing sanctuary

Unchained healing in two minds

Happenstance is not an illusion

Turning dark memories’ shadows into light

Illuminating compassionate understanding

Solitude’s allure can leave stars in one’s eyes

Our precious moments together are an oasis

A place were new beginnings evolve into vivid life...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers 

Wild Flower Poesy

. . . a look into the realities of the inspirations of nature...there is such a place and it is happening right now !  Dreams are so much more than imagination coming to life ~

. . . a poem by Harlon Rivers © 2013

Wild Flower Poesy

The soothing warmth of the spring day

made the carpet of green grasses’ cool touch,

titillate impassioned moist flesh.

The afternoon sun filtered through the maple grove;

enchanting the beauty where the branches throw

their favorite shades into the shadows upon the earth’s bouquet.

A poesy of wild flowers paint

a peaceful watercolor palette;  

their tantalizing pastel ecstasy, infused a serene stillness.

Only the Sparrow’s yearning serenade, harmonized with the

blissful rapture of the moment’s whispered song.

The fragile Tiger Lilies hidden elegance

draws my breath of heart level

with the Wild Strawberry blossoms  coverlet.        

The ornately elegant Wild Irises, ballet above the delicate

dainty Violet Violas adorning the smiling grace

of a quintet of angels.

A poignant fragrance floated through the atmosphere

with an aura of rhapsody

permeating from the double periwinkle Lilac’s mystical elixir.

Intoxicating a woozy presence, chimera stealing away

into a moonstruck daydream, exhaling an inebriated sigh.

The air swirled, sending an inflamed ticklish chill over my body. 

In a gentle puff of the aromatic breeze, flora released her essence; 

I was awakened, as the dusting pollen left slightly scented traces

upon the aroused skin of a swollen appetite.

Knowing in this moment, in the euphoric shade of the shadows,

It's nature's way of telling me...were are one...

"Breathe You in My Dreams"

... “Breathe You in My Dreams” is the name of a song linked below performed by Trixie Whitley.   

This poem is taken out of that long narrative poem written about a recurring dream phase that seems to be waking me often...dreams are powerful expressions from other realms in our lives...

“Breathe You in My Dreams”

In the silence of the inner stillness ,

you can hear the blood

running through my veins .

My heartbeat's throbbing rumble

turns to a gentle whisper,

while quietly drifting off into a dream ...

Her first sighs broke the silence ,

as her murmured musings tiptoed 

throughout the silent reverie .

Songs sung all through her secret places , 

safely kept out of curiosities view

Words of desire softly moaned

exposed a hushed yearning .

An insatiable thirst

that can not be easily quenched ...

Emotions ebb and flow

within the depths of our sensual word play .

Intertwined in the infinite allure

of her enchanting chimera delights ...

We dance speechlessly in the starlit moon dust

Breathless desires invigorate 
like the wind lifting wings

Mesmerized by a romantic essence
Floating freely forevermore .

If only this  recurring dreamworld 

would  tenderly touch 
her impassioned heart and soul once more ...

© Harlon Rivers….March 2013

“Breathe You in My Dreams”

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 

Minstrel of the Blue Moon

Penned on watermarked cotton paper, cursive letters script the words... Writing a song of love... 

Apollo and Daphne...John William Waterhouse

The Minstrel of the Blue Moon

Penned on watermarked cotton paper

Cursive letters script the words

of a surrendering rhythmic rhyme.

The ardent sonata was written

by the light of a Blue Moon’s shine

The blood red ink bled 

through the white wrinkled cotton pages

Musical notes dried by the warmth 
of glowing Moon Beams

in the subtle pollination breeze...

The maestro Coyote’s howl cried instinctively, 

eerily heard from the distant horizon, 

bringing lovers to their knees.

The words to the Cabernet Sauvignon

stained midnight  lullaby,

were emotions quilled,

blending an aura of 

organic colors...

The native maple trees 

flowering canopy of Spring

released dusty yellow pollen on the sheets

In a moment of rapturous intimacy ~

an elixir of intoxicating bliss 

illuminated the euphoric passionate moment

Untamed wildness savored,

Exhaled ecstasy 

released into a song of love …

That gentle melody still lingers

like hieroglyphics on the walls 

of some long lost abandoned cave

Engraved, etched and carved 

onto the brattice canvas

of a musical Minstrel’s 

melodic mind...

Watch the artiste’s finger’s 

prancing graceful ballet

Worn down catgut strings moan~

Crying out lustfully

The rhythms notes 

paint a masterpiece

in an infinite 

harmonious time...

The tempo’s lines

phrasing,

...hush...!

Listen to the pictures flow...

Listen to the weeping guitar strings
of the troubadour paint 
the metaphorical canvas scene.

The ebb and flow of their body’s rhythms

The Blue Moon’s hypnotic incandescence's,

while shadows dance all around

 Joyfully twirling, embracing

while blue bonnet lupine 

swirl and tango 

with the moonlit breeze.

Lilacs fragrant aroma in  springtime

Rekindles this fleeting memories recital

The Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song

now yearn to be set free ~ 

Timbre without reverberation  

This serenade was never written

by the Nightingale

A romantic moment’s sorrowful memory

abandoned forevermore ~

Unsung,  unsaid, unreleased, 

put to bed

through eternity…

The maestro Coyote 

is a wilderness troubadour

of the full moon’s delights.    

Howling soulfully...
wailing instinctively ~ 

...crying hopefully

mournfully grieving ~ 

the Minstrel’s cadenza ...

Love lost and found 

below 

the full Blue Moon’s 

glistening light…

© 2012 ... Harlon Rivers 

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

Vocal Chimera

... understand this moment has come to just write what you feel… don’t ever let anyone say what you believe you feel is wrong ~

... calling out my name

from the far off distance,

an enchanting  tone of voice

came to me in a dream ...

what if I was heard from another realm?

my soul screaming 

into the silence of the night?

... answering just wouldn't matter

when there is no one listening …

... awakened …

by a throaty voice

breaking the silence of slumber

... quietly standing tall

unable to escape from a dream

that’s already come and gone …

... believing in something hard enough

does not make it true

ignorance of some portion of the truth

only makes you slightly aware

no matter how crystal clear

the vivid truth becomes…

whether you are taking

the placebo or the medication

... perception heals all wounds

answering rhetorical questions out loud

left me alone at dawn

stranded like a black sheep

banished from the fold …

... questions aren't really questions

when the answers are already known

misunderstanding the literal

erroneously innocent out of unawareness

seems like getting lost
taking the wrong road home ...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers