Liberate Your Dreams ... by harlon rivers

Unlock all those well hidden dreams
Breathe in their
hopeful impending bloom
The colour within
lay barren a swellen bud
yearning like a scorned lover 

thirsty for the bitter sweet 

Astir an unrequited memories ' afterglow

as they slowly wear away the soul

Time tiptoes past unnoticed ;
comes a time .., time came and went
Allusions of forbidden dreams 
of grandeur come unraveled ,  
erode away , everlastingly reshaped
Carved by kismet and circumstance
leaving a broken abrasive hindsight , 
like a mouthful of sweet lies

Uncage those secret buried treasures
beheld so closely a mind-made bastille
Unshackle your pining restless wings ;
cast loose the weight , the gravity borne alone ,
rise above to fly far and away
alighting beyond inborn fears 

Enkindle the soul’s shine in all its splendor ,

stirred by liberated dreams
Uplifted like soaring
diamond constellations brilliance  ,
enriching the harmony of the universe song

Bring to light the essence of verve ;
the inner shine ensconced by shadows
Unfetter that which chastens
the heart’s pulsing esprit

Embrace a feral anticipation 

Imbibe passionate dream's forbidden fruit
Unleash the tameless spirit within ,

pulsing through roiling  veins ,
absolving the raging and restless sole within

Staring inquisitively at the stars beyond the bounds

renewed by an unbridled dreamfulness

searching on a cloud for a lullaby

                                                                                             harlon rivers ... © 

An ocean full of stars

An ocean full of stars

 There is a sky full of oceans
garnered somewhere
between the stars

 An ocean full of stars
between every mirrored
moonlit wave

 The moment that carries you forward
is also the very moment
of never being able to go back again

 Caught in the incoming tides blossom
when the moment of love rushes in...

authors note:

                      from the sky full of stars series ~

                                                        by © H A  Rivers

 

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

Bedazzled by spring’s rustling whispers

Bedazzled by spring’s rustling whispers

Whistles the poignant breeze
hummingbird’s whirr 
whooshing throughout
twining honeysuckle lattice

woven rootlets hidden
beheld speckled eggs

potently perfumed flowers
while away the waning hours

waxing heavenly fragrance
sweetly-scented suckled nectar
 
the one with eyes of a child
imbibes the spellbinding waft

bedazzled by spring’s rustling whispers
in a reverent moment's
edifying intoxication

~ ~ ~

May 29th, 2014 © harlon rivers

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

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 

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...

The Whole Moon was Pining…

The Whole Moon was Pining...

I.

The full moon’s beams couldn't shine through the haze
when you mask your emotive sensibilities
cloaked behind your veiled penchants
The dappled moon’s gleam
illuminates thy nimbus view
beneath her muddled light,
where whispering moonbeams
illumine from behind and through
the shrouded luminescent night aglow

II.

When you wish a wish upon a twinkling star
ne’er revoke the wish, nary a dream denied undreamt,
after the coin was thrown beyond the mystical bounds
Exhaled from the umbrage of the silence,
a murmured sigh ricocheted from distant realms afar,
under befuddled breathe obscured by the notion;
ne’er a second thought of conscious opine
exhaled in this sullen moment of veiled aches,
yet unnoticed, the olive branches sip quietly from beside the ink well

III.

Disavowed dreams stealing away into befogged thought,
some kind of madness, like the tangerine sunset
recanted by the conflicted twilight azure
The cracks in broken hearts and dreams
are where the resplendent bursting moon’s fetter
enkindles a natural vernal verve
Oh! her magical incandescent waterfall of grandeur
washes over me, basking in this illuminating moment,
bathing in Luna’s enchanting healing balm...

© Harlon Rivers ...July. 2013    …Full Moon 16 day(s) old

authors notes: This was an experience (!)

Being a moon monger, "where there is a will there is a way"…

Written Tuesday night under full moon, with ink and paper
and brought to a red brick and mortar library world.
First time ever to a library for online access became a narrative of it own saved and published at "Word Whisperer" poetry blog, in another live library moment...

...totally unplanned and spontaneous but needed a spell check
from real ink words...to be entered into the digital box...

...but now is the needed time to requite the whole & full moon’s fetter.

...under the flight path

...perception...sitting in my red solo Adirondack chair at sunset,
watching the comings and the goings beyond the hummingbird's and dragon flies' whir.
...thinking about those first steps someone once said … lead to
them journeys of a thousand miles~ aka “sittin here on my ass in limbo”

...under the flight path

contrails float by at a snail's crawl

once carried the weight beyond afar

white cotton candy becoming unspun..

unwinding, unfolding, floating magically

like a butterfly’s bon voyage…

fluttering felicity glides with

sunhair dafts the fickle spindrift breeze

dandelion's drift seeds flight

to be sewn in distant horizons

my seed beneath up, up and away

disperse floating fluffy parachutes

delicate pink pearlescent textures awakened~

pink moon … oh! pink moon rise and shine

oh! pink moon come hither my heart

purr as soft as tufted intimate touch

whisper softly aneath

sky’s wispy pink cirrus azure

© 2013 ... harlon rivers

Oasis

Our precious moments together are an oasis

A place where new beginnings evolve into vivid life...

...a poem by Harlon Rivers

Oasis

Our moments together are an oasis

Respite from this journey’s rocky mile

Alone together in a deserted desert island’s secret garden

Where adoring affections

paint the depth of a picturesque

beheld warmth of sweetest tenderness

Hearts and minds impassioned harmony’s opus

Surrendering to love’s enchanting flows

Enlightened by conscious oneness

Yielding to the repose of a silent starlit bay’s twilight halo

Swirling Moon beams dance around like the falling stars ballet

As effervescent currents eddiy in a radiant sky’s afterglow

The blending of connected souls

kindle love’s shimmering light

Love’s tower of strength is euphoric refuge

Shelter from life’s perfect storms

Intimacy surrendered slowly is a soothing sanctuary

Unchained healing in two minds

Happenstance is not an illusion

Turning dark memories’ shadows into light

Illuminating compassionate understanding

Solitude’s allure can leave stars in one’s eyes

Our precious moments together are an oasis

A place were new beginnings evolve into vivid life...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers 

"for awe sake" ...

honeysuckle holistic essence

the mirror sees the colour caveat

through and beyond all it reflects

vivid visual sensation 

beyond light and shade

palettes to change hue

breadth in timbre changing tone

an intricate tapestry

entwined roots nuance

wrapped around aspect

bursting forth of awe...

verve in rapture

spills pigment into each dawn’s colour,

each bud blooming, each breath...

bursting forth essence...

spew, splatter, gush, ooze panache

we have a responsibility to awe...

Release spirit out for awe sake

© 2O13 ...Harlon Rivers

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