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…

"Mystic Desert Rivers"

Crawling across the barren cactus wilderness... Chasing this impossible dream... He followed the mirage of an exotic wild river wide, flowing effortlessly through his mind made illusions, beneath the sweltering desert sky...

a poem by Harlon Rivers

Crawling across the barren cactus wilderness

Chasing this impossible dream

He followed the mirage of an exotic wild river wide

Flowing effortlessly through his mind made illusions

Beneath the sweltering desert sky

Rippling down stream towards the refreshing Ocean’s tide

He searched charily through a labyrinth of chimera

While standing on the brink of delirious splendor

Spiny leaves awakened all senses of uncertainty

Mystic static air excites his sun wilted skin

Enticing infinite reborn senses to come alive

Imagination’s dreams evolve into distinct possibilities

A daydream of an erotic fragrant, vibrant flower

Pricking his heart, drawing blood with her cactus quill

A figment of a poignant hallucination

Inching slowly, slithering and frayed

Wearing his heart on his sleeve

Too thirsty to drink, once bitten, twice shy

At the crossroads of an oases

The illusion of a meandering basin river turned far, deep and wide

The mysterious desert flora hid bashfully

Behind a sun faded shadow of solitude,

With her taproot in a desert spring’s bedrock

Her beauty reflected in the twinkling of his eye

A prairie wolf paces in the distance

Vultures are gliding in the arid desert skies

Silhouettes gracefully soaring in hazy solar disguise

Coyote, was just listening to the blustering wind howl

Blowing the drifting sand over

the lonesome travelers’ trail of trials

"Taunt and tease prickly pear blossom

Share the simple life of the prairie breeze

While I’m crawling through pebbles and cobbles

Over bedrock through sand dune fields to the sea

Your splendors draw me to your spring water oases

The spirit of your abundant soul set me free"...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers