The Windows Of My Mind

“The Windows Of My Mind”

Blends in with the emotions of my soul

My soul sees things different than what my eyes see

What my eyes see, my soul feels

What my soul feels

My heart longs to capture on film

Every breath I take

Is a step closer

Looking upon the hardness

Of her outer skin

The beauty of ones soul

Hides within a smile

A smile of beauty

Emerging from within

A beautiful soul

Wanting to escape

A past that has been tormented

Still a bleeding heart

Places she has been

Only her heart knows

What is it, these eyes

Of mine

Want to see

Wanting to capture

With the gift of a lens

Sheer darkness of her soul

Shines bright

Like velvet

Against the other side

Of midnight

Galleries

Highlighted by the beauty

Of her soul

Blossoms

Throughout my mind

Will she be noticed

By the fashion pages

Of sensuality

Peeling, discarding

The hardness

That covers her

Beautiful soul

© Arthur Henn 2008

Veil Of Secrecy

“Veil of Secrecy”

Your veil of secrecy

Inhibits revolving doors

Mysteries of your mind

Disguised in enveloped smiles

Why do you keep your beauty hidden?

In un-expressed ways

Your smile

Your invisible smile

Shines through the iris of your eyes

Your beautiful eyes

Lifting your veil of secrecy,

I embrace your lips with a tender kiss

A kiss that opens

Opens up doors;

Doors no longer revolving

But standing still

You’re soul, now open,

Standing open

Growing with love

Love to share

I want to know everything there is about you

What you do when I’m not with you

What you think about

When you look at yourself

In the mirror

Are there memories

Wishing I was there with you.

I lie here wondering

What it would be like

Loving you all night long

We can make this night a journey

A journey to remember

January through December

Let’s make love

Let’s uncover the veil of secrecy

For eternity

©Arthur Henn 2007

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“Reflections Of My Soul”

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Missing You Forever

 

“Missing You Forever”

I will always be here for you

Darting the storms that follow

This sun of ours sets,

Rising on another mans plea

His back to her

My face looking into yours

The sky will always be blue

Never turning to darkness

You always make me smile

Reading the words that fall upon the soul

Of me

The sun may never shine

Falling out of the sky

We have the moon

To keep us a live

Dancing with you

Throughout the night

The beauty of you

Grows upon me every night

Wishing we would love again

Like we use to

Missing you forever

 

©Arthur Henn 2008

The Hour Is Silent

“The Hour Is Silent”

Your emotions control me

You carry my legacy afar

Far and wide

In the remoteness of your beauty

I still feel you

You say we never kissed, but we have

The sensation the sweet embrace

You feel now

You say we never touched

The awareness the lovable embrace

Still I’m holding you in my arms

Like you’ve never been held before

You say the love we never shared

Flows through you

The bath oils that encircles you

Immersed into your already soft skin

The fragrance of your hair, the scent of your

Sensuality I lie here surrounded by your soul

Closing your eyes you quiver

The sensation of lovemaking

Stirs your emotions

Aroused from the reality of a dream

The soft whisper you hear from my voice

You are beautiful, I miss you, I love you

Goodnight

 

©Arthur Henn 2008

Wanting To Know Her

“Wanting To Know Her”

 

The gracefulness of her beauty

What my eyes observe, my soul yearns for

Thriving by the minute

Day by day, landscaping the iris of my eyes

 

The stillness I feel in my kindness

Leads to a quietness, which grows in my soul

Wanting to hold her

Like I imagine so many times before

 

The chambers in my mind

Has plenty of room

Wanting to capture

Her emotions

 

Unforgiving I am, the desires. The passions

Of wanting her

To adore her

And get close to her

 

Her impression

What she is thinking

Her manner

The way she carries herself

Like nothing I have ever seen

 

Words pressed

Upon my lips

Speechless, not knowing

What to say

 

Like the warmth of the rising sun

My eyes

Embrace her exquisiteness

With the hint of an affectionate smile

 

Her image engraved in the walls of my mind

Like a rose blossoming on the first day of spring

April rain diminishing upon her sensuality

Embraced by the warmth of my smile

She holds the beauty of Mother Nature in her palms

 

Like the maple leaves of spring

Their fall colors

Are those of her fashions

Always nourishing the essence

Of my soul

 

My emotions closing in

I think to myself

This mind of a broken down fighter

Getting strong, wanting to know her

 

©Arthur Henn 2008

The Poet

“The Poet”

A seed, of unearthed words,

Growing

Upon the soul of

The unknown poet

 

A heart of emotions

Capturing

The beauty of nature

Through unspoken words

 

The broken down fighter he was

Powerless

The beast of seizures

Not letting him get back into the ring

 

His heart subtle and tame

Suffering from pain

Damaged and broken

From being in the ring

 

His heart valued the love of the ring

A prisoner of unearthed words

Words intimate, with his soul

Whispering in the corridors of his mind

 

What will unfold of this fighter?

A future of desire and passion

To write

Instead of fight

 

The life he lived as a fighter

Etched, engraved upon the walls of his heart

The beast

Lies down, falling off to sleep

 

Searching the world over

The beauty of nature

Grows

Preparing him for a new role

 

The roots

Of his tree

Knows not what’s

Growing

 

Words always there

Hidden

Waiting for his true soul

To be set free

 

The observation of a beautiful woman

Encircles his future

A legacy of what use to be a fighter

 

 

Turned poet

©Arthur Henn 2008

 

 

Mans Heart

 

“Mans Heart”

 

The tree of man continues to grow

His roots, shallow and deep

The sun above him

Shines warm and bright

The ground he walks on

Hardened and barren

The leaves of fall

That of race not color

Scurries with the winds of change

Blown across

The ground

His floor of opinion

Rests in the palm of his hands

 

Looking into gods majestic painted sky

Rain mixed with tears of sorrow

He reaches into his heart

Grasping hold of his soul

Shaking hands with his lord and savor

Asking for forgiveness

Tears mixed with rain

Nourishing barren ground

That which was cynical

Is renewed with Gods living seed

 

Walking the crossroads

God wants him to follow

Flowing with milk and honey

Seeing things differently

Preparing himself

for the gates of heaven

 

©Arthur Henn 2008

My Last Day to Live

“My last Day to Live”

 

 

He whispers in my ear

It’s time to bring you home

The prince of darkness

Is casting shadows of demons over you

~

You have finished your time

Now it’s your time

To say goodbye

To all your friends

Friends you love

~

This is my extended version

Of time

Your prayer, granted

For many know not the day or hour

That I come

~

This is who I am

This is for all

Who I love

~

We don’t say goodbye

Goodbye is not in my vocabulary

My dream

Is to share the love with all of you

~

Spending solitude time

With my lord and savior

Thanking him for a prayer granted

I wake up to catch

Gods painted sky

Unfolding

Unto darkness

~

The silhouettes of nature

Embraced by the warmth

Of his sun

Nature spreads her wings

In awe of a beautiful sunrise

Walking the shoreline,

Feeling the sea embrace my feet one last time

~

A seagull soars high above

Sending me signals

In natures own language

Telling me, everything will be alright

~

I ask God to show me the gift of a child taking there first steps

Again

He does

I smile

~

I ask God to let me hear the cry of a new born baby

He does

I smile

~

I ask God to put a woman

On the final crossroads of this day

One of many that I can embrace

That’s ill

Sharing the love of two souls

Embraced with one another

He does

I smile

~

I ask God to do the same with a man

He does

I smile

~

I ask God to show me love

Walking hand in hand

Showing true love

The love of a man and woman

He does

I smile

~

I ask God for all these things in solitude

To express my feelings as I sit and watch my last sunset

The same sunset he use to open this heart of mine

Pulling me out of the deepest depths of my own dark soul

~

Weeping asking for his forgiveness

Bringing my life out of darkness and into his light

He does

I smile

~

These are my final words

Words of love

To say it’s a new beginning

Nothing to be afraid of

Be happy

Share love among each other

~

Life is short

We know not the day

That we will be in awe of his presence

 

Arthur Henn 2007

A Bleeding Heart

“A Bleeding Heart”

 

Thoughts of life and death

The beginning, the end

When does life really begin?

 

The air he breathes

The light he see

Enters his eyes

 

Ink flows through his veins

Never having to dip

The tip of his pen

Flowing off the quill

Feather turning

Scarlet red

 

Blood stained blots

Run down his cheeks

Cleansed by that of a tear

The tear of a true hearted soul

 

Looking up to his creator

Asking for forgiveness

Cleansing the words of sorrow

Which lived in his heart

A bleeding heart

Living through the movement

Of his hand

Poetry in motion

Bringing the death of ones soul

To life

Letting

God

Guide his hand

 

© Arthur Henn 2008

A Poets Last Breath

“A Poets Last Breath”

Simple and smooth
as the gift
of the poets pen.

Resting upon
the arch of his hand.

His eyes thrive,
not whats in front of him
but what his mind sees
inside the echoing halls
of whispering thoughts,
words resting peacefully
upon his last living breath.

The crossroads of life
lying in the shadows
of each word written.

The creation
of what the poets
mind feels
before death
we see it written.

The image of romance
embraced by love
captured by emotions
not forgotten.

A poem written
for the one he loves
Not spoken but whispered
in the mind of his lady
as she reads the words
written by the love
of her poets hand.

Copyright Arthur Henn 2008