Your Love
by Brian Randleas
Your Love is a swift river
roaring down a great mountain
catching me like a fragile leaf
and bearing me along in its current
I see the rocks and close my eyes
afraid of being broken and discarded
Your Love lifts me safely and carries
me upward floating on the crest of passion
Your Love widens like a slow river
flowing through a fertile valley
I float along in awe watching as
beauty blooms upon its banks
Your Love becomes a great ocean
gently sweeping me upon your tides
the shore tempts me with safety
I smile and drown myself in
Your Love
Time
by Brian Randleas
If I had one day to live I would spend it loving you.
If I
had a million years to live I would spend each day
as if I had one day to live.
THIS is MAGIC
by Brian Randleas
Today I rise and the world is dark and the world is cold just as I knew it
would be....
Tonight I sleep sound and the world changes in my dreams moving to the
breath of my slumber..
Today I rise and the world is bright and the sun is upon my cheek
just as I knew it would be..
Tonight I sleep sound and the world changes in my dreams moving to the
breath of my slumber..
Heartbeat
by Brian Randleas
Listen to my heart beat as it's rhythm strong and true......
Like a drum beating out this message straight to you....
It tells of deep emotions and many things of love...
It sings of sad things and then of sunshine from above...
The jungle stops to listen the stars they shine on in peace...
The world keeps on spinning but listens patiently....
The drum beats ever onward never skipping never stops...
The song it sings is now happy it does not sound lost....
As you listen closely you realize this drum beats eternally...
Of a love that never fades and a lover who never leaves.
MORNING ANGEL
by Brian Randleas
When I saw you in first light
the sun coming thru the trees
I saw the wings of an angel spread behind you
white and glowing with the morning sun
my eyes unable to focus in the brilliance
I softly rubbed them to open and find
just a woman of striking beauty
but when you smiled did my mind play tricks?
or did I see a single white feather borne up
and carried off on a spring breeze?
Moon Light Kisses
by Brian Randleas
I look out my window at the bright moon
and blow a kiss upward
and as you lay upon your bed
soft moonbeams brush your lips
kissing you softly
The Path
by Brian Randleas
Wise man said to One Who Listened.
Life is like a Journey.
One who listened thought.
Love is like a path.
Beneath shaded trees meandering through a forest.
the branches hanging down not always allowing
the sun to shine thru.
One Who Listens cannot always be certain where this
path may lead nor see each step but must follow the path
hoping it leads to his destination.
One Who Listens told his thought to One Who Matters
and said. Though I know not to what destination the path may lead
If you take with me this Journey I know that even though
the path grows dark and the steps we cannot see
if we stumble if we should fall I shall never regret
the steps down this path you take with me.
My Heart
by Brian Randleas
Come my heart
be close to me
Let me feel you on my chest
and against my cheek
Feel my heart beating against your hand
and know that with each beat
It whispers I love you
The Fallen
by Brian Randleas
Take my sword my love
I fear I am mortally wounded today
Then strike, strike quick, strike true
Let me fall in battle
With dignity I had not in life
My heart bears an unseen curse
I can neither find, nor defeat
What great sin have I committed
Universal wrong is my guilt?
Where is the sun
What evil black curtain shrouds my brow?
What evil must be the pure heart
Which wishes only love
Who's fathoms lie so unexplored
Longing be pure treachery
For thus wanting that which is elusive
Lusting for that which can not be held
What foul stench do I make
In the nostrils of an angry god
Who's wrath my neck doth feel
What pit of despair have I at once fallen in
And who's walls I am unable to climb
Come walls come stones
Fall at me
Take from me that one treasure still unclaimed
Who's value I cannot at this once assess
Foul spirit once despised
Death becomes my dearest companion
Two Hearts
by Brian Randleas
When two hearts meet they are alone
When two hearts like they are close
When two hearts love and love true
They become one and no longer two
Butterfly
by Brian Randleas
He sits alone on an empty porch a small butterfly caught carefully in his hand.
She's coming over and he's not sure what to say. She's found another.
Emotions rage inside him warring against each other.
Anger.
She promised to love forever.
Disbelief.
How can passion once so strong fade and die?
Love.
Though his heart cries out in pain still he loves no other.
He gazes down at the butterfly as a tear rolls down his cheek.
It's beauty reminds him of her smile.
The Delicate wings of her gentle laugh.
He notices that the dust has fallen from one wing.
The butterfly meant to fly free is injured from its captivity no matter how gentle no matter how loving.
He smiles and wipes the tear. He knows what to say.
He opens his hand and gently blows.
He sits alone on an empty porch smiling and watching a butterfly fly free.
End
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