Liberate Your Dreams ... by harlon rivers

Unlock all those well hidden dreams
Breathe in their
hopeful impending bloom
The colour within
lay barren a swellen bud
yearning like a scorned lover 

thirsty for the bitter sweet 

Astir an unrequited memories ' afterglow

as they slowly wear away the soul

Time tiptoes past unnoticed ;
comes a time .., time came and went
Allusions of forbidden dreams 
of grandeur come unraveled ,  
erode away , everlastingly reshaped
Carved by kismet and circumstance
leaving a broken abrasive hindsight , 
like a mouthful of sweet lies

Uncage those secret buried treasures
beheld so closely a mind-made bastille
Unshackle your pining restless wings ;
cast loose the weight , the gravity borne alone ,
rise above to fly far and away
alighting beyond inborn fears 

Enkindle the soul’s shine in all its splendor ,

stirred by liberated dreams
Uplifted like soaring
diamond constellations brilliance  ,
enriching the harmony of the universe song

Bring to light the essence of verve ;
the inner shine ensconced by shadows
Unfetter that which chastens
the heart’s pulsing esprit

Embrace a feral anticipation 

Imbibe passionate dream's forbidden fruit
Unleash the tameless spirit within ,

pulsing through roiling  veins ,
absolving the raging and restless sole within

Staring inquisitively at the stars beyond the bounds

renewed by an unbridled dreamfulness

searching on a cloud for a lullaby

                                                                                             harlon rivers ... © 

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

 

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

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

                                   

Enchanting Wilderness....republished from October 2012

Moonlight moves across the shadows of love born beneath the trees.
Two shadows emerge as one...a poem by Harlon Rivers

Wandering silently

though the wilderness woods,

far and away from the potholes

of well beaten pathways

The soft breeze slowly moves

the shadows of the moonlit night

past the thorny stems of time.

Wildlife paths illuminated by starlight

adorn the alluring wooded trail

Secluded pathways foraged by natural instinct,

Ancestral prudence and intuition

Each shadow drawn willingly

into a deeper enlightening journey

As if synchronicity united hearts

learning to speak minds

The depths of daunting transparency

are rendezvous with awakening breath

Looking back at life withdrawn in discontent

Exhaling newly found freedom without regret

Lost in perpetual motion, found in heart

Separate souls illuminated by the moon

stood alone yearning for healing connection

Ardor of hope shines an inward light

as moonlight slumbers while passion blushes

The night has a thousand eyes

Shining on practical mysticism

The laughing owls of midnight

Echo illusions of  crystal clear reverie

Moved by swirling tempest breezes

showering down from high endeavors

Wisps of the sleeping sky unfurl

teardrops drunk by earth’s sod

Nocturnal Cricket’s rhythmus acoustical wings

are very quietly chirping a bashful courting song

Laughter rings out blissfully

like the joy of a heavenly child

Nature sways with gentle motion

Her leafy arms groan and moan the silent toil

She holds up the weight of the celestial light

Moonlight moves across the shadows

of love born beneath the trees.

Two shadows emerge as one

from the wilderness of sleep

Reborn as naked children

enlightened by the enchanting forest...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers 

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 

"for awe sake" ...

honeysuckle holistic essence

the mirror sees the colour caveat

through and beyond all it reflects

vivid visual sensation 

beyond light and shade

palettes to change hue

breadth in timbre changing tone

an intricate tapestry

entwined roots nuance

wrapped around aspect

bursting forth of awe...

verve in rapture

spills pigment into each dawn’s colour,

each bud blooming, each breath...

bursting forth essence...

spew, splatter, gush, ooze panache

we have a responsibility to awe...

Release spirit out for awe sake

© 2O13 ...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...

Wish Upon a Tossed Coin

Wish Upon a Tossed Coin

The blue moon’s shining essence

Ricochets off the twilight mirror pond

Fireflies dart and hover

Over her celestial

Looking glass mirage

~

A shadow pitches coins

Into Mother Nature’s soul

Each set free one by one

Wishing one single pining dream would come true

shining throughout forevermore

~

Hushed sighs exhale secret wishes

Heard from the hidden shoreline

A stone’s throw away

You can’t ever get back the wish

After the coin is thrown

~

The coin’s splash dimples

The still water surface

Echoing within the silence

With the verve 
of a subtle symphony
~

Driving the rippled rings

Across the mirror ponds still waters

Fading into the distant horizon 
further than beyond

~

If a star falls into vast still waters

Does anybody hear the sound?

We are only one starlit shining coin’s wish away from

Driving the rippled still water's hope on forever

Through the end of time . . .

© 2013. . . Harlon Rivers

Under The Moonlit Night

Under the Moonlit Night

The enchantment of the moonlit night

has a thousand eyes naturally aglow

Wild Irises glisten from within the impractical magic

The laughing owls pass midnight

basking in the illusions of their shadows,

echoing their crystal clear reverie through the trees

~

Nature gently sways in the swirling tempest breeze

drawing a shower of moon beams down

from far beyond the cosmic grandeur

Wisps of the slumbering sky unfurl

teardrops drunk by earth’s sod

Nocturnal rhythm's acoustical wings

softly chirp a bashful courting song

~

Laughter rings out blissfully alight

As if it were a joyful song of the wind

Mother Nature swings gracefully to and fro

Her leafy willow’s arms bend ardently

as she groans and moans from her silent toil

Passionately bearing the weight

of the celestial light's load

~

Moonlight moves across the shadows

unveiling an adoring love born beneath the trees

Two shadows emerge as one

from deep inside the secrets kept by the sleeping wilds

Reborn like enlightened life under the starlit night

transformed by a moment’s mystical magic

within the enchanting forest yesternight ...

©  2012~2013 … Harlon Rivers  …All Rights Reserved

Authors note:  Since some of my narrative prose poems get lengthy, I am taking shorter parts out in part and tweaking to become stand alone work...This was taken from "Enchanted Wilderness" written months ago...

"It is You" ~

... from other  realms of recurring dreams

“ It is You ”


The trap was set by the light of the silvery solstice moon

A simple blank sheet of paper and a blue ink pen .

The Antique Cherry Grove carved poster bed stood alone ,

adorning four Bordeaux colored silk pillowcases , 

fluffed feather pillows impatiently laying in wait .

The stone cold down comforter that blanketed the loneliness
 was neatly turned down from where it lay tucked and rolled ...

I close my eyes with a surrendering sigh ;

the cold touch of solitude

brings a breathtaking shiver

to my body's longing naked flesh .

Curling up in a fetal ball , like a tiny abandoned child ,

while the sandman steals away

the remains of another lonely day ...

In the silence of the stillness ,

you could hear the blood

running through my veins .

The pounding of my heartbeat is softened

while quietly drifting off into a dream ...

The first whisper broke the silence ,

as musings tiptoed through the silent reverie .

Songs sung throughout the secret places , 

safely kept out of view

Words murmured expose a hushed yearning .

An insatiable thirst that can not be quenched ...

Emotions ebb and flow
within the depths

of our sensual word play .

Intertwined in the infinite beauty

of enchanting chimera delights ...

We dance speechlessly

in the starlit moon dust , 

floating freely forevermore .

Mesmerized by a romantic essence

If only this recurring dream

could tenderly touch 
another impassioned heart of soul ...

The sweat soaked sheets are now tangled

Twisted traces tossed and turned

This awakening flesh is trembling 
with the morning chill .

The body feels drained and exhausted

as if there were never a moments sleep ...

The trap was set by the light of the shining solstice moon

Thoughtfully placed to catch the secrets 
of the mystic midnight spell .

Now I wake to find her illusion’s memory waning
Stranded on the cotton sheets of dawn ~

In the heat of the night's chimeras passion,
these three simple words  
were clearly scribbled on the paper trap ,
to remind me in blue ...

“ It is You ”

© Harlon Rivers….March 2013

"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”

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