..".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."

"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”

Secret Place

Secret Place

There is a secret place you go
where no one can follow
A place to get what you want
but not what you need
 

Not knowing when you’re going
isn't like being left behind
It’s a place where only you
know what you’ll find
 

Sometimes when we’re together
you’re not near me
Sometimes there is a place
without me you’d rather be
 

Every time I think I've found
your heart’s magic labyrinth
There’s a light in your eyes that shines
from a secret place I can’t see
 

Your eyes glisten with the depth
of your spirit’s understanding
Trying to go there with you
has got me flying blind
 

I’ll just stay here watching
the river of time flow by quietly
Waiting patiently for your presence
to feel back at home with mine …
 

© Harlon Rivers ... February 17th, 2013