rainy-day silent reverie ...(10w)

dreams remembered ,

moments forgotten ,

muted whispers

waft softly


... silent reverie ...

© harlon rivers

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

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