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

Frozen Inversion

Frozen Inversion

Watching black and white in slow motion
Nature's sunrise hypothermia grips the crack of dawn ;
the chilly whisper of a fresh breeze , brushes away
the shivering star dust as first light stretches and yawns ...
Rays of borrowed sunlight enlighten winter’s darkness ,
igniting a pale dim glow on the hazy horizon ...


Daybreak’s sunrays ~ tease sleepy tree tops
Deer cuddle in the tall frost covered switchgrass ,
shivering to stay warm among the frozen fiddleheads
Soon the dappled sunbeams will filter through
the ice crystallized fir brows ,
tantalizing dormant hope for brighter beginnings ...


Evergreen pinnacles lean towards
phantom solar encounters of organic cosmic delight ;
timber spires shadowing the quivering deer beneath ,
instinctively grounded deeply in mother earth's cocoon ~
The tall amber leftover summer grass spikes
provide shelter from the cold winter night’s air ...


A familiar sense of safety overpowers
the numbness of their frosted fir hides
Thick haired winter coats
adorn sacred flesh and blood ,
warming the frost heaves
under the matted down carpet of chilly moss ...


The sun plays hide and seek
throughout the out stretchered gnarly arms
of the massive native oaks
Thickly coated frosty lichen glistens
Ice sparkles and shimmers as if rays of hope
twinkle on the sleeping giant’s stature ...


White wintry tufts , like sugar coated cotton candy ,
slowly tease imagination and memory
as the ice crystals hug each other for warmth
while the moment fades
to pearl grey ...


The frigid air slowly swirls ~
The morning's glow of the frozen sky
manifests into a kaleidoscope's vision
of cognac to magenta hues
A captivating , mesmerizing dawn
disappears in the blink of an eye ~


Turning an enchanting moment’s paradise
into a whiter shade of pale ...

Harlon Rivers ...© 2013

"The true meaning of life is to plant trees,

under whose shade you do not expect to sit." Nelson Henderson

Whiter Shade of Pale...the debut single by the English rock band Procol Harum, released 12 May 1967.

acoustic guitar instrumental : 

arrangement by Martin Tallstrom

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

                                   

Unfolding Love's Resplendent Notes

Love evolves as if it were the morphosis
of fine music ; never asking it to go anywhere
                                or be anything , yet
                                  flow avowedly free

Allowing its melodious essence
to seek its own natural level
Free to expand in so many realms
                                beyond the bounds
                                of notes and words

It is within the stillness
of the conscious moment
the recognizable euphonic manifestation
                                          is revealed

unfolding love's aurora

                   of beautiful resplendent notes ...



Harlon Rivers © November ...2013

The Dark Star's Light

The Dark Star's Light

The bare blushing trees are full of secrets

mystic owls behold at night

Their whispers enchant the silenced stars

A dark star's bright twinkles linger in plain sight

Your spirit draws me in towards you

like the moon pulls at the tide

Our currents stir in deep eddy’s swirl

tempest undercurrents cannot be denied

I can feel you close in the far distance ,

but I can’t get there from here ;

heart beset by treasured memories

only seeing where you used to be

Owls hoot wisely from the gnarled Oaks atop the knoll

a moment lamenting someone I used to know

Fingers bleed like teardrops where the thorns pricked my palms ;

couldn't stop myself from groping for the thorny rose

Arms embrace nature , listen for the esoteric sighs ,

ear pressed firmly to the furrowed bark’s silence 

There are no hidden secrets to a pounding heart ,                                 

when naked mossy branches behold the weight

the lonely  dark star's light ...

Harlon Rivers … © October 2013

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