There is a music to Spring
that fills the heart
with joy and juice
and heavenly hope
There is a boon to Spring
that lifts the mind
with visions that sing
rippling in bliss
There is a thrill to Spring
that startles the limbs
a riot of colour
stunned by the sun
There is a growth to Spring
freshening the spirit
casting off shadows
leap and begin.
If you stand still, breathe deeply
and look at the world around
you, a calm contentment will enter
your soul. The thrill of being alive,
the hum of everyday life, the smile
of a stranger walking by, the laughter
of children embracing the moment,
the jackdaws chattering in the brilliant
blue sky, the hugs freely dispensed.
Succumb to the wonder. When you
step out of yourself, the world is a
gift full of promise and possibility.
Joy falls in a cascade of light.
Numerous are the days in which you startle my spirit.
Countless are the hours when you dazzle my eyes.
Myriad are the minutes whereby you colour my thoughts.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
When sadness splinters the house of joy
and the world weighs heavy on your heart
swim beyond the sticky prison of thought
discard threadbare views, dismiss old ideas
step out of the dusty ravine of your mind
and leap into the brimming bowl of Spring.
Fill your life with blossoming things
flowers seeking the sun
trees hugging the wind
birds courting the sky.
Earth’s embrace flares with grace
seeds of belonging coalesce
and the spirit dares to sing.
Visions float free
on a mountain’s vertex
rinsed into vigour
That time, that time
How sweet does it rhyme
When we lay together
Your lips
Swallowing deep
My tongue mining for pearls
The blinds open to light
And the embrace yielding
To tears.
That time, misted in wine,
Do longings ever decline?
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Roaring winds sharpen the senses
In a swell of surging fury –
Drifting, shifting, sifting;
Gladdened hands offer prayers
Enveloped in mists of love.
I want to plant laughter
all over your body
I want to explore you
for the riches you possess.
I want to touch you
beneath starlight and moonlight
I want to read you
with feverish intent.
I want to give you
my tongue and my tears
I want our selves
never to relent.
I want to taste you
our longings undressed
I want to kiss you
and never repent.
I want to feel you
moving within
I want us to wonder
skin to skin.
Filed under Love, Philosophy, Poetry
The pulse of the game
The clamour of crowds
The thrill of neat skill
It is this we come for
The throb of the chant
The hush of the lull
The roars that soar
It is this we come for
The crash of the seats
The stomp of the feet
The joy that flows
It is this we come for
The glow of the goal
The tingle like love
The prospect of more
It is this we come for
It is this we come for.
Alexis
Love Life 