word for word

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, June 19, 2011 0 comments

skinny-dip your soul with me
through the breath of life
that channels these lucid dreams

see us dance against
the bluish red skies as the sun
bids farewell until sweet life to come,
sweet life to come

feel me hold you ever closely
begging of your heart for an ounce of you
to touch, to taste, to catch the scent of,
then let me die in that blessedness
which remains as my ideal fantasy

how i have often believed that
through such tranquility
this dreamland will bequeath frivolous hues
so much so that twilight will lament
then swivel an existence
that only beauty could have conjured

even so i imagine with you
this could be our rise
into an eternity
only deep emotion could have ever
slathered

and oh, it still keeps on
that i yearningly love you,
and will love you always...
word for word

oh night

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, June 8, 2011 0 comments

oh night, with dreams that blessédly entwine my soul
with all the beauty here beneath the clouded skies
you bore my truest senses to inspire the toll
that beckons me as i brim over all my cries
and thus distinguishing my growth from my own death
in such regard to what you've always meant to me
oh night, with dreams that blessédly entwine my breath
with such existence i confess i'm free

yearning the lure

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, June 5, 2011 1 comments

i yearn the lure
as you wake me to dreams,
beckoning me and i am there
at your bidding

you're intoxicating, irresistible to
my every sense
oh, weave me your love,
spindle your lust
through those words that caress my soul

i believe in you,
consume me, bare to me your essence and
unclothe your soul

for you my belovéd
are all i honestly desire

brim

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, June 3, 2011 0 comments

bowled over
i trickle these
whirling emotions
that aren't mine
anymore
for how easily
she failed
to bare
her concern

honestly
i never thought
her love could be
something neglectful but
through my heavy soul
i whispered
"it's okay"

then died, then died,
while burying this from
her ever searching heart

and i vow to never admit
she hurt me

romanticizing the night

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, June 2, 2011 1 comments

oh yore, to breathlessness i'll sleep
then pray i bring to light
for one more chance to never weep
my acquainting with the night
so all my thoughts of her are bred
and soon embracing me
is all the musing love i bled
for her soul endlessly
i've lived, i've loved, i've died, i've died
a thousand times before
where all the lifeblood dreams would guide
had taught me to be more
while beauty's still a thing to keep
i've known the truth of life
and so to breathlessness i'll sleep
to hush my
moonlit strife

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