More Than Everything

The air is filled with memory...

Hope shelters distress

and is lost to control

that does not stay together

fingers ... tracing ... touching...

longing

kisses lost to promised zephyr

stretching time to cover discouragement

(independence does not vibrate so animated now)

when disappointment fathers fear

life moves to slow motion

and every moment from the past

is adorned in costume

and plumps to a surreal dimension

I only hold the musing;

the stars that fall fom the blackest night

shattering at my feet

I break so easily

I wish for whispers

for day to be night

and my love to settle into every corner,

that my heart might know at last

the ease of doubtless air

Copyright © roxannegaebel [06 - 27 -2010]

The Lights

I have finally gifted this painting (had to wait to meet up with the recipient) and so am now finally able to share it. I wanted to give AB another attempt and although I prefer my first one to this, the rainbow of colour in this one does make me smile.  Unfortunately, the photo doesn't come close to showing the colours as vivid as they truly are. But I DO like the way I've filtered the trees in.

I am not entirely happy with this one, but I'm still learning to shush that inner perfectionist.

The Longest Night (for the Winter Solstice)

A lone candle burns in the quiet of night
spilling shadows in the corners of my room
Snow falls in gentle glide to the ground
making the lack of you grow with intensity;
there is conflict within my heart
Time crawls in ancient boots
too heavy to gravitate without delay
leaving me in suspended want
No movement to disturb the silence
save the flicker of light the candle casts
and the soft flakes curving into grooves
along the window sill

What a bittersweet dream it is to love
and not be with the one person who inspires it
A longing falls tender on supple skin
gracefully stretched into gentle need
no words or photographs could ever soothe

A desire sent in aim across the glowing sky
spread by moonbeam and stars alike
to reach a waiting heart, also in need this night,
falls and dreams into his arms- a moment felt in earnest

There is such longing that sends the heart to ache

but we shall not despair
for there is a belief that no amount of distance
nor time could dispel
on this,
the longest night of the year ~

Copyright © roxannegaebel [12 - 21- 2007]