Ravenne
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Canvas Gray
I wait... my gaze upon a canvas gray,
scanning the clouds for hint of silver gleam
to bridge the span of distant yesterday
and find you on the threshold of a dream.
I sip memory from sky,
cup precious moments
from the fragile pools
of sweetest recollection...
Was it a cruel trick of mind and eye
that left your silhouette upon my heart
or foolish pride that let you slip away?
I wait... my gaze upon a canvas gray.
© Ravenne
Breathe.
Shade my blue
in misty white kiss,
whispered through a brambled dream.
Reach.
Feathered brush of fingertips
measure the distance
between... us.
Touch.
© Ravenne
Outside The Rain
Outside, the rain turns skies to gray
as moments slowly tick away.
On yesterday, a dream relies
as woe becomes my silent eyes.
To thoughts, I cling, that shimmer past a dreary stain.
I'll find you there within the mist, outside the rain.
In brighter shades, the memories flow
to warming hues of passions glow.
In a remembered touch, I find
a soothing grace, a peace of mind...
a stirring melody strummed sweet, that never fades.
Outside the rain, I view the world in brighter shades.
© Ravenne
Blossom
We linger
entwined in rain.
With the sun
comes clarity,
Let me stay
drenched in your arms
Where I always long to be.
Tomorrow
is but a thief.
We, victims
of sanity.
Come...take root
in earthy kiss.
and know I love you... madly.
© Ravenne
Veiled In The Fall
I am a smudge of stormy sky
awaiting a propitious rain.
Interpret sorrow from my eye
that softly falls as gentian stain;
The ardor closely kept in vain
lives on in dreams forevermore.
In melancholy, I remain...
veiled in the fall of raindrops pour.
To halcyon smiles, my saving grace,
and outward gaiety, I cleave,
Thus, from temptation, turn my face,
though 'tis myself that I deceive,
in hearts-denial seek reprieve
from hidden truths held from the fore,
yet deep within my soul, I grieve...
veiled in the fall of raindrops pour.
Fragile, the fabric I create
that clothes a heart's adversity
in tepid sustenance, my fate,
lest I should inadvertently
provoke the ire of destiny
and so, lose one that I adore.
Resigned, I keep my boundary...
veiled in the fall of raindrops pour.
© Ravenne
Daydreams
Stuck in the midst of a traffic jam
with moments idling away
If I only could, I truly would
ride a sea breeze to work on this day.
Above, a snowy white seagull soars
dipping its wings to a cloud
I truly would, If I only could,
sprout feathers and fly over the crowd.
I'd head back home if I could hitch rides
on passing golden sunbeams.
If I only could, I truly would
spend the day in my whimsical dreams.
© Ravenne
Stuck in the midst of a traffic jam
with moments idling away
If I only could, I truly would
ride a sea breeze to work on this day.
Above, a snowy white seagull soars
dipping its wings to a cloud
I truly would, If I only could,
sprout feathers and fly over the crowd.
I'd head back home if I could hitch rides
on passing golden sunbeams.
If I only could, I truly would
spend the day in my whimsical dreams.
© Ravenne
Uncaged
Silent flutter...
feathered eyes trace horizon,
tattered wings unfurling
to sail upon the holistic surge
of a moon-strung breeze.
I relish freedom,
swallow exhilaration...
as my uncaged gaze collides,
ebullient, with an opaque sky.
Through mists of moonlit reveries
I wade, incandescent,
eulogize the demise of irksome censure
as self-liberated footsteps
echo in rhythmic tandem
to the beating pulse of heart.
Shedding the shadowed cloak of discretion
proscribed by my own sentient convictions,
in bemused fascination, I watch it fall
forming limpid, disintegrating pools of ash,
finally laid to rest.
© Ravenne
In The Gloaming...
The villa of my mind is leather-bound...
a dog-eared, intimate anthology,
within the petaled pages, to be found
passages of ambrosial reverie;
Yet, stemmed, a rose's fragrant melody...
and time, the stoic gardener, holds the key.
As gentle gloaming falls... without a sound,
winds of transition swirling silently,
once fettered buds will blossom all around,
to fete abundance of serenity;
Poetic thoughts, unleashed, now wander free
to ride the wings of heart that define me.
The villa of my mind is leather-bound...
as gentle gloaming falls... without a sound.
© Ravenne
a dog-eared, intimate anthology,
within the petaled pages, to be found
passages of ambrosial reverie;
Yet, stemmed, a rose's fragrant melody...
and time, the stoic gardener, holds the key.
As gentle gloaming falls... without a sound,
winds of transition swirling silently,
once fettered buds will blossom all around,
to fete abundance of serenity;
Poetic thoughts, unleashed, now wander free
to ride the wings of heart that define me.
The villa of my mind is leather-bound...
as gentle gloaming falls... without a sound.
© Ravenne
Adagio
(inspired by the song)
Melancholy is the requiem
of our last bittersweet adieu
as a faraway horizon calls,
softly whispering your name
The lull before the storm
plays a haunting adagio
for the fading of our season
and I hear the wind weeping
as it brushes past my face
and I hear the distant thunder
as it echoes through the trees.
Grief steeped in absinthium
stains errant thoughts to
an ever darkening tint
and still the adagio plays... the
sad adagio plays... still.
© Ravenne
Lyrics: Adagio
I don't know where to find you
I don't know how to reach you
I hear your voice in the wind
I feel you under my skin
Within my heart and my soul
I wait for you
Adagio
All of these nights without you
All of my dreams surround you
I see and I touch your face
I fall into your embrace
When the time is right I know
You'll be in my arms
Adagio
I close my eyes and I find a way
No need for me to pray
I've walked so far
I've fought so hard
Nothing more to explain
I know all that remains
Is a piano that plays
If you know where to find me
If you know how to reach me
Before this light fades away
Before I run out of faith
Be the only man to say
That you'll hear my heart
That you'll give your life
Forever you'll stay
Don't let this light fade away
Don't let me run out of faith
Be the only man to say
That you believe, make me believe
You won't let go
Adagio
Rapture
Serenity perfumes the air tonight,
as I wrap myself in his vibrato.
I am harbored...
floating in his encompassing sea,
lulled by a midnight enchantment
lit by the incandescence of simmering words
flowing passionately from heart to screen.
Touched by his gentle flame,
I quiver, as his pen strokes my lips,
a seductive thief, enticing curves to part,
invoking sighs that tremble...
balanced upon each held breath,
as the candlelight flickers it's tongue
in a heated caress upon my skin.
My shadow lingers, a raven perched,
upon the gilded walls of his thoughts,
embraced in the ambiance of his whispered breeze,
immobilized by the trail of southern wings
that feather intoxication of the soul,
and I wait, enraptured...
for his next verses to appear.
© Ravenne
"Take this kiss upon the brow!"
Tickled the stars,
as I savored the sun,
kissed the sky,
enchanted the moon.
Tossed my hair,
hips wiggling as
I flirted with the
sea.
Kicked the tides playfully
It's never too late to
sidle up to the shore and
show it some leg.
Under midnight's covers, I
played chopsticks loudly
on the belly of
night.
Twirled and danced the
hula at dawn's first light.
Early morning aloha.
Bottled a shipwreck then
rowed it over the edge
of the earth after which I
woke up, smiling.
© Ravenne
as I savored the sun,
kissed the sky,
enchanted the moon.
Tossed my hair,
hips wiggling as
I flirted with the
sea.
Kicked the tides playfully
It's never too late to
sidle up to the shore and
show it some leg.
Under midnight's covers, I
played chopsticks loudly
on the belly of
night.
Twirled and danced the
hula at dawn's first light.
Early morning aloha.
Bottled a shipwreck then
rowed it over the edge
of the earth after which I
woke up, smiling.
© Ravenne
Nocturne
Adorned in the purple satin draping
of moonlight and shadow,
my thoughts baptized
in the effervescent fountain
of our first euphoric encounter,
I wander... cherry-stained,
through the winding labyrinth
of a less than innocent infatuation...
drenched in the ripening
of a hypnotic nectarine fantasy
that finds me burgeoned... enslaved,
by the potent and all-encompassing sear
of your concupiscent eyes.
Ferment me in pomegranate kisses,
unclothed in the hush of an indigo night,
while grenadine's elixir drips ambrosial,
trickling to fill the crevices
of this unquenchable thirst.
Hungered have I,
impatient for the addictive pleasures
of your rapt possession,
I tremble...
intoxicated beyond redemption,
engulfed helplessly by the fires
of this wanton obsession.
Jasmine permeates my senses,
the air... perfumed, inhaled
in shuddering breaths
of karmic recognition.
Come closer.
Assuage the burn of desire's nocturnal candle,
licked wicked
by the swollen fragrance of anticipation...
sweet scented aphrodisiac.
Mold the pliable clay of my willing form
to the quixotic whims of your insatiable appetite.
No limitation shall hinder the hours
of our sacred joining...
heart... mind... and body.
Open wide the dewy portals to your Shangri-la.
Enter the honeyed halls
in the palace of your kingdom
where you reign supreme and I...
I am your fallen angel,
quivering in the grip of this most primal urging,
and you... my salvation.
Ravish me with your sins,
then anoint me with your absolution,
as we shatter, prismed...
spiritual entities,
in those few breathless seconds
of ecstatic commune,
until we tumble softly back into amazed cognizance,
spent by the tidal wave of passion
that rendered us undone
in the Chantilly tangle
of ebony lace and shredded inhibition,
as the silver of a voyeuristic moon,
a witness to our fervid intimacies,
blushes pale amaranth.
Wrapped in the silken cocoon
and grappled sheets
of le petite mort,
we find Xanadu,
our fingers entwined
in the tender clasping of soul
that only lovers know.
You linger,
swallowing my whispered adoration,
as I lay... sated,
savoring the remnants of Zabaglione appeasement,
harbored...
until Morpheus claims us in his sanguine embrace.
© Ravenne
Adorned in the purple satin draping
of moonlight and shadow,
my thoughts baptized
in the effervescent fountain
of our first euphoric encounter,
I wander... cherry-stained,
through the winding labyrinth
of a less than innocent infatuation...
drenched in the ripening
of a hypnotic nectarine fantasy
that finds me burgeoned... enslaved,
by the potent and all-encompassing sear
of your concupiscent eyes.
Ferment me in pomegranate kisses,
unclothed in the hush of an indigo night,
while grenadine's elixir drips ambrosial,
trickling to fill the crevices
of this unquenchable thirst.
Hungered have I,
impatient for the addictive pleasures
of your rapt possession,
I tremble...
intoxicated beyond redemption,
engulfed helplessly by the fires
of this wanton obsession.
Jasmine permeates my senses,
the air... perfumed, inhaled
in shuddering breaths
of karmic recognition.
Come closer.
Assuage the burn of desire's nocturnal candle,
licked wicked
by the swollen fragrance of anticipation...
sweet scented aphrodisiac.
Mold the pliable clay of my willing form
to the quixotic whims of your insatiable appetite.
No limitation shall hinder the hours
of our sacred joining...
heart... mind... and body.
Open wide the dewy portals to your Shangri-la.
Enter the honeyed halls
in the palace of your kingdom
where you reign supreme and I...
I am your fallen angel,
quivering in the grip of this most primal urging,
and you... my salvation.
Ravish me with your sins,
then anoint me with your absolution,
as we shatter, prismed...
spiritual entities,
in those few breathless seconds
of ecstatic commune,
until we tumble softly back into amazed cognizance,
spent by the tidal wave of passion
that rendered us undone
in the Chantilly tangle
of ebony lace and shredded inhibition,
as the silver of a voyeuristic moon,
a witness to our fervid intimacies,
blushes pale amaranth.
Wrapped in the silken cocoon
and grappled sheets
of le petite mort,
we find Xanadu,
our fingers entwined
in the tender clasping of soul
that only lovers know.
You linger,
swallowing my whispered adoration,
as I lay... sated,
savoring the remnants of Zabaglione appeasement,
harbored...
until Morpheus claims us in his sanguine embrace.
© Ravenne
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In Remembrance...
For my dad....
Dear Dad...
Since you've been gone, it's been a while.
How quickly the time has passed.
It seems like yesterday I saw you smile,
A second since I spoke to you last.
The day you left me, my world fell apart.
For the first time, I was on my own.
There was no way to mend my broken heart,
And I felt so unbearably alone.
I think of you often through the years.
You meant the world to me.
You bandaged my scrapes and dried my tears.
You understood my struggle to be free.
So kind and gentle, yet strong, you were.
The best father I could ever have had.
Forever, I will be your little girl,
And you will always be my dad.
You visit me sometimes in my sleep,
Precious dreams that I treasure, and then,
I wake feeling your love surrounding me
And know that one day, we will meet again.
I'm much stronger now, and I'll be o.k.
I know that it was your time to go.
There's only one thing that I just have to say...
Daddy, I still miss you so.
© Ravenne
Since you've been gone, it's been a while.
How quickly the time has passed.
It seems like yesterday I saw you smile,
A second since I spoke to you last.
The day you left me, my world fell apart.
For the first time, I was on my own.
There was no way to mend my broken heart,
And I felt so unbearably alone.
I think of you often through the years.
You meant the world to me.
You bandaged my scrapes and dried my tears.
You understood my struggle to be free.
So kind and gentle, yet strong, you were.
The best father I could ever have had.
Forever, I will be your little girl,
And you will always be my dad.
You visit me sometimes in my sleep,
Precious dreams that I treasure, and then,
I wake feeling your love surrounding me
And know that one day, we will meet again.
I'm much stronger now, and I'll be o.k.
I know that it was your time to go.
There's only one thing that I just have to say...
Daddy, I still miss you so.
© Ravenne
For my Mama...
My Wild Irish Rose
Known for your tempestuous ire,
Ablaze with a passionate fire,
Your indomitable spirit is your legacy,
Upheld by all your family,
Challenging us to reach higher than we dared,
Through it all, you always cared,
Always looking ahead in each path you chose.
What a woman you are, my Mother, my Rose.
Your thorns were sharp, through the heart it could pierce,
But the love you bestowed was just as deep and as fierce.
You ruled with an ironclad glove,
So hotly fueled by the power of love.
I will always think of you with deep admiration
For your wisdom, your strength, and your dedication,
Forever grateful for your inspiration
To be passed down surely generation to generation.
You live in all of us that felt your touch.
We all love you so very much.
Even as the tears of farewell start,
Know that you will always remain in my heart.
Thank you so much for all that you did,
For the foresight and devotion, each day that you lived.
Rest peacefully, Mother, in final repose.
My wild and beautiful Irish Rose.
I love you, Mom
© Ravenne
My Wild Irish Rose
Known for your tempestuous ire,
Ablaze with a passionate fire,
Your indomitable spirit is your legacy,
Upheld by all your family,
Challenging us to reach higher than we dared,
Through it all, you always cared,
Always looking ahead in each path you chose.
What a woman you are, my Mother, my Rose.
Your thorns were sharp, through the heart it could pierce,
But the love you bestowed was just as deep and as fierce.
You ruled with an ironclad glove,
So hotly fueled by the power of love.
I will always think of you with deep admiration
For your wisdom, your strength, and your dedication,
Forever grateful for your inspiration
To be passed down surely generation to generation.
You live in all of us that felt your touch.
We all love you so very much.
Even as the tears of farewell start,
Know that you will always remain in my heart.
Thank you so much for all that you did,
For the foresight and devotion, each day that you lived.
Rest peacefully, Mother, in final repose.
My wild and beautiful Irish Rose.
I love you, Mom
© Ravenne
Unshed Tears
(an acrostic poem)
Untold secrets of an elusive midsummer night's dream,
Night mists congregating silently into future sunbeams.
Serene lake's tranquility mirrors a hazy midnight moon.
Hoarded buried treasure sparkles by a secluded blue lagoon.
Electric flashes boldly streak across a storm ravaged sky.
Diamond stars twinkle brazenly past cloud barriers on high.
Tinsel raindrop ornaments decorate the regal forest trees.
Emerald waves undulate seductively through raging tropical seas.
Aesthetic iridescence of a promised rainbow's glow exposes
Reflected shimmers on the early morning dew-kissed roses.
Subtle masqueraded images appear...viewed through a simple poet's...
(an acrostic poem)
Untold secrets of an elusive midsummer night's dream,
Night mists congregating silently into future sunbeams.
Serene lake's tranquility mirrors a hazy midnight moon.
Hoarded buried treasure sparkles by a secluded blue lagoon.
Electric flashes boldly streak across a storm ravaged sky.
Diamond stars twinkle brazenly past cloud barriers on high.
Tinsel raindrop ornaments decorate the regal forest trees.
Emerald waves undulate seductively through raging tropical seas.
Aesthetic iridescence of a promised rainbow's glow exposes
Reflected shimmers on the early morning dew-kissed roses.
Subtle masqueraded images appear...viewed through a simple poet's...
UNSHED TEARS
© Ravenne
