Spring Cadence

Spring Cadence

The coyotes’ wail shall
never again paint
a yellow moon so full
or tint its deep
pearlescent sheen so blue

Natural ambient elements
serenade the moon and stars
A plethora of all heightened senses
savor every sparkle
in midnight’s near and far

There may never be
another magical moment
sung exactly like the untamed timbre
bemoaned through these trees

Celestial incandescence reflects
the sky’s mystical mosaic’s afterglow;
transcendent resonance ricochets
from the angelic lily white petals

The native dogwood’s flowers
draw down the night sky’s radiant montage
Scattering a natural luminescent palette
as they sparkle with the twinkle of the stars

The coyote’s medley of mournful laments
echoes the moment’s budding essence
adorning the blossoming dogwood's bouquet ;
it’s natural enchanting ambiance
graces the awakening spring ,
within in the moonlit woods…

© 2013 ... Harlon Rivers 

" It is You "

" It is You "

The trap was set by the light of the shining moon

A simple blank sheet of paper and a pen .

The Antique Cherry Grove carved poster bed stood alone ,

adorning four Bordeaux colored silk pillowcases , 

fluffed feather pillows impatiently laying in wait .

The stone cold down comforter that blanketed the loneliness was neatly turned down from where it lay tucked and rolled ...

I close my eyes with a surrendering sigh ;

the cold touch of solitude

brings a breathtaking shiver

to my longing naked flesh .

Curling up in a fetal ball , like a tiny abandoned child ,

while the sandman steals away

the remains of another lonely day ...

In the silence of the stillness ,

you could hear the blood

running through my veins .

The pounding of my heartbeat is softened

quietly drifting off into a dream ...

The first whisper broke the silence ,

as musings tiptoed through the silent reverie .

Songs sung throughout the secret places , 

safely kept out of view

Words murmured expose a hushed yearning .

An insatiable thirst that can not be quenched ...

Emotions ebb and flow
within the depths

of our sensual word play .

Intertwined in the infinite beauty

of enchanting chimera delights ...

We dance speechlessly

in the starlit moon dust , 

floating freely forevermore .

Mesmerized by a romantic essence

If only this recurring dream

could tenderly touch 
another impassioned heart of soul ...

The sweat soaked sheets are now tangled

Twisted traces tossed and turned

This awakening flesh is trembling 
with the morning chill .

My body feels drained and exhausted

as if there were never a moments sleep ...

The trap was set by the light of the shining moon

Placed to catch the secrets of the midnight spell .

Now I wake to find her illusion’s memory gone
Stranded on the cotton sheets of dawn ~

In the heat of the night ,
these three simple words  
were clearly scribbled on the paper trap ,
to remind me in blue ...

“ It is You ”

© Harlon Rivers….March 2013

" Breathe You in My Dreams "

A Shy Demure

I won’t be a burden
Baggage stacked to the sky
I don’t need to be your world
You’d sense the reasons why

I don’t need to touch you
Just want to feel the motion of your twirl
I just want to sense your love
letting real world hope unfurl

Would I wish to want you?
You know the reasons why
Could I be your whole world?
Should I shyly run and hide?

Could I wait forever?
Even if I tried?
Just as a casual observer
Seen from the corner of your eyes

Won’t you come and wipe away
the many tears I’ve cried?
Must my heart stay broken?
Now that most of the fears subside?

Can’t you hear my heart beat?
Feel the rhythms of my love’s flow
I will wait forever here
just to feel your heart and soul…

"Shine On"

This poem was inspired by a profoundly enlightening human being...

...far brighter than these words could ever express...

Shine on  bright light...

Shine On...

 Shining with the effervescence of an eruption on the sun,

The Essence of her heart of soul glows brilliantly into the universe.

There has been every possible human raison d'être

To ebb her inherent spiritual soul shine
Compassion weeps from inspiration’s brilliance,

As if it were a shower of solar wind and rain

Energizing her ethereal poignant ambiance

Sun flow seems to shower down from the starry sky,

Igniting an emotional air of flooding bright light

From the aura of this angel of mercy

No Sun’s Moon could eclipse the luminosity of her being.

A spiritual radiance from another enchanting realm

Transcends all illumination

Heightening each intertwined plateau of her true nature

As destiny’s tangled and knotted roots embed

Into the oneness of indivisible unity

Surrendering willingly to love’s spontaneous flow

While yielding without resistance in a destined leap of faith

Trusting glowing feelings of an ardent free spirit

Blissful singing overwhelms me

The glistening aurora awakened a vibrant symphony of hearts

Enlightening the adoring moment,

Vividly a bird serenely sang …

“My moon… there is so much more to love than we see”~

December, 2012…Harlon Rivers

"Many Moons Pass"

many moons have come and gone

since the thought even crossed my mind

so many rivers have been crossed,

on this long and winding road

we've been walking on.

there were times when bridges were burning,

others ... swimming in breath taking turbulence,

to unknown shorelines

throwing caution like a child of the wind

flying like a feather with the breeze in a leap of faith~

hopefully crossing muddy waters

while trying to find the brighter side of darkness.

some things we learn so slowly

...there comes a time…

… when there is needed time

for building bridges

to other hopeful respite

never intending to fall in love again

and yet believing that nothing is inevitable.

if love is the purpose of this journey

giving love is asking for nothing in return

surrendering to an undeniable,

preordained destiny...

Harlon Rivers December 5th, 2012
...a chapter from Whispering Moon Beams

"Tears Happen"

tears fall like drops of rain

the cloud of my foggy eyes,

veils significance

tears drip…

as the heart’s unspoken words;

so many have fallen

trying to speak in the silence of a moment

when only muted sighs are understood

speechless…

knowing thoughts fall short of expression

the silent language of the heart

is offered poignantly in a hushed release,

purging...

 a shower of emotion~

traces of the tracks

now dried onto the outside

masking…

what remains 
silenced 
within ~

Harlon Rivers...December 29th, 2012