Goodnight Gorgeous

Unfinished

2006-03-24T20:00:00.000-05:00

With the morning light in her eyes
she piles the hair high atop her head.
Today will be like any other day -
completely different.
Trapt in the confines of her decent
she wonders what mothers before her did
when the baby did not sleep.
Did they ignore the painful cries
or did they throw blankets over shoulders
and pat tiny backs?
She thinks she can hear the mothers from before
late at night when the tv isnt on
and no trace of man can be found.
They say -
"Dance."
And so she moves naked by moonlight
untill the car pulls into drive way.

Dancing with Orion

2006-02-22T22:21:00.000-05:00

Her feet are moving, her hair is spinning. She closes her eyes and spreads her arms. She imagines she is else where, perhaps in the sky, dancing with Orion. She pretends her name is forgotten, and that she is pure. Her memories fade. She forgets every wrong done, every misadventure. She forgets every misstep and mistake. She is born anew. Orion takes her hand and twirls her. He whispers to her that life is beautiful, that she is beautiful, and that she shouldnt forget. Someone needs to remember. And so she does.

Thinking Of You

2006-02-15T22:02:00.000-05:00

Your image is quickly fading from the sidewalk
The tips of your mohawk and a slight outline of your jaw
is the remainder of summer and snow a like.
As I pass I still silently send a kiss your way
hoping you are safe and sound
and somehow warm.
We miss you, down here. The grass isn't as comfortable
and green isn't as bright.
I'm hoping that you don't regret your choice,
I think I can find solace, if I could somehow know
that you were in the right.

Let Me Count The Ways

2006-02-09T22:20:00.000-05:00

One.

There are moments with you that remind me of another time and place,
Somewhere warm, where people put colourful umbrella's in their drinks.
Where dressing up is dressing down.
Sometime when everything is delightfully simple and unwonted.
The faintest hint of ecstasy.

Two.

A sweet rocking motion that results in the most intrinsic knowledge of ones self.

Three.

I maintain that my heart is Puro. Nothing will break these wings, these bones will hold, this heart will Prevalere.
I know that you know not what you do,
And that is well enough for those who never wish to taste the sky.
But I am an insatiable creature, longing to unfurl.

Four.

Please say that these thoughts are not mine alone.

Untitled

2005-12-11T19:21:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I met a man
who made me believe in god
I never heard him speak a word
but his voice was full on content
and his smile is proof that angels exist

Snowshine

2005-12-05T00:27:00.000-05:00

Just a note - I wrote this because I havent posted anything in awhile. Its rough, it could be a lot better, but I wanted to have something recent up.

In the shadows of snowshine your eyes were bright
they spoke of happier times when the snow's glitter
moved you
but now your emotions are on a hiatus
untill you can better understand the chemistry
between you and me
So we walked these guided streets hand in hand
trying to find a direct path from my hand to your heart
but The glitter is distracting as you pick apart my thoughts
I'm hoping for a moment where hugging lips will speak louder
One of these days I will take your hand
we'll dance in the streets like no one is watching and I will tell you
everything you want to know through the language of my hips
and we will have a better understanding
of the chemistry between you and me
untill then I will settle for making you smile when you least expect it
and hearing you tell me you think that maybe
the snowshine will someday cover us all

Untitled Prose

2005-11-29T02:10:00.000-05:00

There are times when silence truly is golden. When everything needs to stop so you can hear your heart whispering to you. Times when even a pin droping is to loud. There are times when the lights should be down, even when wide awake. When nothing needs to be seen more clearly than yourself. There are times when nothing should be said, because everything is already being said.
There are times when I am unsure of who I am. But I know that when the music stops, lights turn off, and I have nothing to say I will refind myself. Strong and glowing, like I had never been lost at all.

Have No Fear

2005-11-15T20:37:00.000-05:00

Lady, have no fear
for your wings will hold true in a moments notice.
Of these things I know little
but your will is strong,
your hope alive,
and you have love abounding.
So lady, have no fear
For your features are astounding
and will disarm anyone
who takes a second glance and
everyone will always dote you
with a second glance.
Dear Lady, have no fear.
With wings as eagles you will soar
into the heavens
and take your rest with angels.

Perfect

2005-11-09T20:44:00.000-05:00

I could have sworn we were picture perfect
you, with your hair perfectly aligned
and me, with my perfects ideals
but we could not run fast enough
And I am sure our light is fading out
can't you see the wick slowly give?
you, so perfectly aligned in the shadows
and me, so perfectly aware
of how tired we are from running
but we just can not run fast enough
There is a bridge around the bend, we built it
with our own hands, perfectly
with convictions of our love, perfect
If we can make it there we can make it anywhere
I am perfectly certain
But you've fallen.

My Angel

2005-11-08T00:48:00.000-05:00

Angel catch me,
I'm sure I'm falling
Wont you lend me your wings?
Just untill I've hit the bottom.
I swear you'll get them back, still pure white.
Just catch me, Angel
Cant you see me falling?
My Pantheon is full of empty chairs,
your all thats left,
I'm sure.
Sitting in the sky, dear Angel,
Please catch me.
Cant you hear me falling?

We were all Gods, once.
You were the only one who could hold on.

Moon Dance

2005-11-08T00:32:00.000-05:00

She doesnt understand how something as simple as hair framing his face can be so perfect. She smiles at him, knowing that he is clueless when it comes to his own beauty. He takes her hand mistaking her smile for confusion and guides her body close to his. Breathing her in, he kisses her forehead. She encloses him in her love as they melt together, becoming everything she dreamed of as a child.

He runs hands along curves and slowly smiles himself. He can see her contentedness in her eyes and knows that this is what his mother misses. Wishing he could mend her past, he makes up for the times his mother no longer has.

Seeing him smile awakens the butterflies in her stomach. Hiding her head in his shoulder she leads them in a simple dance across the yard. He follows flawlessly, with nothing but the music of their hearts to guide them.

She spins, he dips her, she glows. Her hair gently sways along her back, tickling his hand on her waist. They stop as she leans up and presses soft lips to unexpecting ones.

He finally understands what happiness is.

As she pulls away his hair falls down and frames his face, and she smiles.

A poem for Clyde

2005-11-08T00:23:00.000-05:00

Intoxication radiates from
soft soul decorated with freckles
I, so easily wrapped up in the mystery,
cannot fathom how
wings have been hidden for so long
looking closely I can see
invisible scars tracing your back
from failed attempts at flight
My own wings, hidden and shy,
longing to unfold and embrace
and bring heaven to your fingertips
just to see you smile
This instant attraction lined with infatuation
is just a matter of seconds
measuring the distance between
my smile and your lips intertwining

The First, of many

2005-11-07T21:26:00.000-05:00

I'll be using this as a site to record my writing. Being poetry, or prose, it goes here. My goal is twice a week. Hopefully I'll have more than that to share.

Please comment. Share your thoughts with me. It is the only way I will improve.

To find out more about me you can look at:
www.myspace.com/dewshine
www.xanga.com/dewshine