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

Let Your Bliss Find You

When you looked for it... and never found it... that does not mean it does not exist~

"Let Your Bliss Find You"

A warmth overcame the chill

in the softly lit room.

It was as if , in a subtle  and yet

breathless moment's pause ,

love triumphed over loneliness

The midnight oil flickered

dancing teasingly ~

while the playful flame drew life

from within the contents 
of its awakening sphere

near the drafty window sill

The rocking chair breaks the silence

as it creaks to the rhythm

of the unsteady flash of light ,

bequeathed  by the burning log's cinders

In the silence of the peaceful presence ,

one chunk of green maple sizzles ,

sputtering out into the timbre's pace ;

a short respite of thankful solitude ~

Embers smoldering…

as if they were trapped

in an arresting instant

of purposeful awakening

Just the bad timing of fate

in a human sense ...

In the right place

at the wrong time seeking purpose.

The glow of the fire’s luminosity,

tantalized the back-lit profile ,

painting it’s shadow

on the opposite wall

A dark silhouette exhaled a deep sigh

with the throb of the dark night’s tone

The chair’s bent oak runners groaned

while dove tailed joints squeaked

with an impatient restless tempo

The soul’s aura gave off a soothing ,

peaceful depth of reflection ;

expressions seldom understood

by those unwilling to look beyond

the seemingly obvious colour

Thoughts flashed * * * * *

with the pulse of a beating heart

Day dreams manifest like cinema

on the four walls imprisoning lonliness

Life is a magnificent puzzle

Even well into the long journey 
good things can happen ;

when you've looked for what seems missing ,

even though needed perspective was never found ,

it does not mean it does not exist ...

"Allow faith in the eternal dream never ending"...

Instead of finding your bliss ~

... let your bliss find you …

Harlon Rivers…

...and so it goes

...and so it goes

you're the only one that knows...

Spell words that bind together passing strangers

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
Assemble thoughts that fuse those whom are often found alone
Append the goodwill of poetry, bonding individual hearts and minds
Assemble letters to bespeak sincerely, a hope of enkindling some

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
How can you change your mind about what cries love?
Some say it’s not love when your love is unrequited
Spell it another way, so it cannot be dispelled, yet enlightened

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
Intertwine warp and weft fabric of understanding uttered phrase
Entwine the threads that weave a poetic tapestry
Unveil the lyrical essence of singular hearts and minds

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
Write eloquent sonnets that impassioned hopeful hearts
Betoken words that unite the lost and broken
Muse the alphabet to deliver an amazing grace

Spell words that bind together passing strangers

Sense an apocalypse of a beautiful understanding love

Manifest a vivid renaissance of random acts of kindness

Testify, uplifting bemused spirits, bear witness to the love from mountain high

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
Love is amity beyond the bounds of a four letter word
Assemble letters to embrace a sublime affection
The total sum, affinity is the fusion to become one love

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
How can words change your heart about singing love?
Inseparable musical notes fusion within the harmony of song
Spell words that won’t question, “will I ever spell love again?”

Spell it another way so it cannot be misspelled or lost again …



© 2013 ...Harlon Rivers

Notes:   It seems there are those constantly writing about how the word "love" is it over used?

that word means something epic to me ... congratulations to your life if you have found your love epic....

if the hope of love  is overused...it is time for me  away....
I want to be shamelessly in love with love~

Somehow it makes the world more manageable to feel its purpose

Photo by marek-mierzejewski 

..".The Azure Violin"

...The Azure Violin

The violin’s azure strings wept softly

from inside of the mind made cell;

musical echoes lamenting

a whole too vast to fill

each and all silenced reverie,

leaving the philosopher’s stone unthrown

Blue guitar minor chord changes, 

bent notes phrasing sharps and flats ;

memories gently weeping confirmation 

repressed flow of soul silently leaks out 

The spirit's currents eddy ;

suffused within spoken verve ,

purging streams overflowing , 

an alchemist’s soul unfurled...

© Harlon Rivers

6.12.2013... journal entry:

"an unexpected perfect storm & bluebirds"

A musician with a wounded wing ...

trying to find the strength to fly.  

Nothing fills the void left behind 

when we lose an invisible, 

indivisible, irreplaceable thread 

that binds the tapestry of our lives...

I started playing a guitar when I was 5 and now I have been unable to play in 15 months…but one winged writing has finally turned into 2.   I am blessed to( feel/be) mostly whole.  Sometimes change can happen so quickly we don’t even notice ... and yet accepting change is a slow process…

"four walls are a prison somedays"…

Writing a poem, while pacing this emotional cage, has me thinking about a quote from one of my favorite movies

...from Shawshank Redemption;   Red: [narrating] "I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone."

Distant Whispers Spark a Burning Light

Distant Whispers Spark a Burning Light

listening for whispered light;

hearing the wind's song

sing through the tall grass,

breathing cadence sways

moon flower's essence shines,

illumined spirit beckons,

across terrestrial fields

in the space between distant shorelines

the long and winding surrender,

moon up to sundown;

love ricochets

the faint reflection of the stars

setting fire to the flames 

roused spirit is drawn to life,

daylight through the night;

knowing essence of souls

enchant the spark turned fire ...

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