Tantalizing trinkets of affection tempt my thoughts
Penetrating and inserting little monsters of hope
Tear it away, shield no more
My desire overwhelms and suffocates
Elm trees by day
Rugged oaks by night
Spring enhancing foolish delight
In the release of winter's maddening embrace
Stop to stare at intense eyes
Do you wonder where the safety ends?
Dropping my cloak on a shore at midnight
I stand nude amongst the swirling mysteries of the sea and its dance with the wind
Only then do I drop all pretense
and stare ...
When I am oblivious to fear and pain is unfathomable
can I stare back ...
Stare at me and see a mirror image of yourself
Reflections of raging passions and darkened dreams
Tainted with mountainous expectations
And colored with the pure blue-grey of stone walls
Kissed by the wind, with lavender in my hair
Lying on soft moss that caresses my back
Only then ...
Can I Dream, and Surrender, and Stare Back at Truth.
Mdawn
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Please critique my poetry; I am not bashful. Thanks for your feedback! Melissa ;-)