moving |
my thoughts now travel and expand elsewhere in the hopes that they reach their intended ...
the whisper of the muse
Posted by Evangeline on Thu, 29 Dec 2005 01:25:00 PST |
disconnect ... |
I am thankful for all that you did not witness after that fateful day when your hand passed from mine ... from these windows did my enviscerated heart drain ... a nacreous moment of truth ... how I di...
Posted by Evangeline on Wed, 07 Dec 2005 03:09:00 PST |
esmeraud |
sleep eludes me and only the fireplace is here to illuminate and bring warmth to the silence that lingers. Your eyes of emerald and ocher haunt me and I descend into waking dream ... I can still see...
Posted by Evangeline on Thu, 01 Dec 2005 01:41:00 PST |
Pandora |
My eyes open and I awaken, your face resting on your hand, nestled in soft cumulus pillows so near to mine. I gaze intently at you, wondrous of your beauty even in the absence of your radiant smile th...
Posted by Evangeline on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
rememberance |
Infinite are the grains of sand that my silent steps have traversed. Numerous are the stars I have searched finding only too late that their promises have led me astray. The azure of your gaze becko...
Posted by Evangeline on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
etude |
On centuries have I carried your name upon my lips, whispered only to the night in the place where silent zyphers hide. The intermingling of emerald and ochre in your eyes pierce me and I am transfix...
Posted by Evangeline on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
a song for the siren ... |
Forgive me my love for my lamentations. This mortal form is weak and by its fraile design I am bound. Assuage your fears for the words that linger here are not merely the tangible evidence of my dev...
Posted by Evangeline on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
jardin oriental |
whilst sitting high atop the city gazing across at the emerald temple amidst its lapis pedestal I hear your voice and I am drawn into waking dream... It is night and I am bound by a luxurious silk tha...
Posted by Evangeline on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
la mer |
... languishing over this listless sea that seperates us ... my search continues for thee. Unjust is this sentence that purposes me to this task. Is my guilt thus that as flesh withers and time surp...
Posted by Evangeline on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
la lune |
...and we lounged on those far away sands, your body resting against mine as we watched the moonlight dance amongst the waves that lapped at our naked limbs. I placed my hand on your bare ankles to g...
Posted by Evangeline on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
