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| Sing to Me
Posted: 7/6/2008 2:25:16 AM | 7085
Strong Lives
05 July 2008
As he looked into her eyes,
he was able to feel her strength
To live again, her heart,
a soul to endure
For those that are strong,
are able to begin again
The pain so real, to sleep in her dreams,
the man, the current at her mercy
The combination, however,
what makes it all worthwhile
His love for her, her love,
to find, pamper and return
Under the shadow of a distant thunder,
every day this new beginning of strong lives
A river of blood in pulsation, breathing,
because without her, and void of his texture
Every moment was empty, but tomorrow,
he would look to the heavens and pray once again
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
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| The Moments After
Posted: 7/6/2008 9:40:13 AM | The Moments After
She laid on her side, her head on his chest
The beat of his heart filled her ears
So lost in this moment of peace and love
The rest of her world disappears
Her fingers tracing the face of her beloved
Memorizing his every curve
Staring with love at this face that loves her
This love she longed to preserve
She whispered "I love you", hope filled her eyes
He smiled, then pulled her in tight
He kissed her head gently, she kissed his chest
He said "I love you with all of my might"
Bodies still warm from the beauty they lived
Their breath still rough and uneven
Holding on tight to this sweet fulfillment
More love than they'd ever believed in
This moment of beauty, unmatched by another
Each now fulfilled in body and soul
A simple moment, full of unvoiced longing
It is here that they felt themselves whole
The secret place of two fulfilled lovers
Known only by those who truly know love
Their very own moment of peace and of joy
Something others can only dream of
She laid on her side, her head on his chest
He laid on his back, pulling her in
Complete in the fullness of knowing this joy
Complete in fullness without and within
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| Her Night
Posted: 7/8/2008 11:26:47 AM | Her Night
Silently she shuddered, though a smile still lit her face
Fear creeping over her behind her mask of grace
A thin shroud of goose pimples covered her pale skin
The cold of night rose deeper, her terror rose within
The witching hour approaching, time to face the night
Battle of the legions rose, thus began her daily plight
She slipped away so gracefully bidding her good-byes
A thousand demons starving for the terror in her eyes
She started to undress, hoards of eyes upon her skin
Waiting to consume her with their voracious, lustful grin
The night man was calling; stirring up his potion
Soon she would be theirs, devoid of choice, thought or notion
She laid upon her pillow, it was time to rest her head
The evil creeping closer, to destroy her pristine bed
Satin and lace cooled her skin, false promises of rest
Most certainly they'd come tonight, though surely she'd contest
Her eyes growing heavy, oh that she'd never sleep
The home of her nightmares, where the at the least, she'd weep
Just an hour of peaceful sleep, oh please God make it so
They feed and feast upon my soul, please God make them go
Her hands tied, her lips sealed, so very lost in miles of chains
Hackling in their frenzy while devouring her remains
Four more hours, three more hours, two more hours, one
The faithful sun now back again, for now the feast was done
A small smile fought to light her face, through the waning fear
Glorious day now back again, as she wiped her final tear
So many hours to bask in love, in hope, in joy, in sun
The night may come religiously, but for now, the torture was done
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| In the Twilight
Posted: 7/19/2008 4:55:28 PM | In the Twilight
A Jewelled, starry night,
Two sweethearts made their way
Blanketed in a corridor trees
Smiles on their faces
As the moon lit their path
Cheeks caressed by summer's gentle breeze
Shadows in the moonlight
Whispers in the dark
Laughter heard a million miles away
The lake gently lapping
Reaching for the shore
A ribboned path of moonlight in its play
Sounds of summer's creatures
Stirring in the night
Searching for their long-awaited feast
Sometimes drawing closer
Her protected from the fright
"Was that you or another groaning beast?"
Iced wine and cherries
Strawberries and grapes
A night filled with many sweet delights
Movies in the twilight
Hands held throughout
A most memorable night amongst all nights
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