Soul heart speaks

( A collaboration by Souladareatease and Grace)

Gentle breeze caresses my cheek
Kisses gentle as ethereal fingers
Gently tucking my hair behind my ear
The shadow play of leaves dance
upon the forest floor
there my heart dances and wishes
for safe harbour
what desires eclipse your heart
indeed, what needs flows
as passion within flow
 
Eternal, the wish giving kiss  
to guide thine eyes, truly
deserve only ever bliss,
blessing this native, land
to skip like stones down stream
knowing Your heart glows,
twirling like the leaves,
shaking shadows adding colour
I stand to be the step
You, your rightful place
 
Such wishes high un-reached by possibilities
Higher than the stars sphere
Where twinkles adore the faces upturned
And yet ignore the lovers ardent pleas
Such beauty seen and yet un-attained
What stairs or ladders reach yon sky  
Where diadems of wishes hang  
What prayers induce the fall of a single star
From skies so far so distant so high..
Or words so sweet it tempts boars to soar?
 
These wishes borne since days of yore
promised and pinned to my heart... someday...
She would be known, dis-heartened tries
filled with masks that did lie crushed me
to ever in why's, but promise of The star
ONE so Above, True, sent, FOR IN Ever our Love
have Only, certain curves, whispers on wind
freedom, Two our souls, living for One
penned are pigs, pray always to thee from knee
give unto You my life, Loving completely You
 
Promises and whispers, spells and curses of wiles
Like shooting stars from far up the velvet sky
Ashes of shining stars on dying grasses
Tempted by enchantments of passions unrealised
Should fate be balanced by words...
Pretty as it may be, oh so dazzling
That mermaids cast their tails away
Leave castles of gold and corals
Trust the gambles of destinies foretold
For promises made, come what may.
 
come what may? Today
tending the grassy meadow
be it not the tale life's promise
we balance fate by actions
building dreams castles, not walking away
away is far and alone with wander
merely existing life pondered
carry the torch not torture, chase hidden life
the hand that's stretched out swears in no doubt
Worship ever this day beholden of thine Heart
 
 
***Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Zora Neale Hurston