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

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

Waxing Crescent Moon

Waxing Crescent Moon

There was a pause in the late night.
Coyote beckoned the moon's faint whispering beams
lamenting her light’s shine full and bright

Now waxing crescent afresh
winks with each passing cloud ,
as if to promise lightly
the shine of a new awaited dawn .

Rooster’s foreboding crow
echoes from the rolling vista ,
ricochets heard the awakening report ,
held breath does not stop a pounding heart

I watched the spider’s
tight wire walk a mile ,
cherry wood poster spanning cherry wood poster,
knowing it is possible to cross
an unknown distance between .

Silk thread drifts aneath the ceiling fan waft ...
floating, falling, tickling forgotten desires
feeling the whispers murmured ;
breathe out heavily
first touch sigh,

... dreaming of sleeping amidst
her fragrant petals
embracing a blossoming rose …

© 2013...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”