Posted by arthenn on March 23, 2008
“Autumn Rain”
Dancing upon your window pain
Stucco cold and wet
Memories of yesterday
Wash down, among
Autumn leaves
Shining under this late night
Street lamp
Seeing his reflection
Embrace
The warm breath
Of your
Soul
Thinking of the loneliness
Wanting him
In your heart
Longing for the one you love.
Hearing your whisper, in the dark
Echo off the inner walls
Of your mind
Remembering the way he held you.
Wanting to feel his touch
Embrace you’re inner soul
Pillows lying beside you
Cuddled up in a ball
you’re skin
Is soft as silk
you’re hair
Softer than
Lambs wool
You close your eyes.
Dreaming of
Weaved, triangles of love
Nurturing you’re secret garden
You hear a tap on the window,
Window of your beautiful soul
Rays of warmth shines through
You’re stained glass windows
Made by your own hands,
Hands that held the one you miss.
Open up the door,
He stands waiting.
For you
With one long red stem,
Rose
© Arthur Henn 2008
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Posted by arthenn on March 23, 2008
“Cascading Darkness”
Falls seductively
Like a black silk nightgown creeping up from the horizon
Of silk lace, unfolding into
Sensual play
Silk stocking, high heels
No room for the comfort
Of my soul
My imagination runs wild
Like a underground current
Fingers of my mind run
Up and down the seams of her
Sheer fitted stockings
Chasing her into my midnight dream
Silhouetted and embraced by this night’s full moon.
Eyes of Safire
Glowing as if I ever cared.
That the sun would rise again.
My hands running up and down the curve of her spine
My eyes turn evil.
Looking into the darkness of her soul
A soul of beauty
Sitting on the edge of a blade
Waiting for her to bleed
Casting her evilness
Upon the goodness of my soul
God; I don’t want to wake up.
For I want to tame the evilness.
Out of her soul
Carrying her into
The softness of your loving soul
What once was evil.
Is now dressed in white cotton.
Softer than the evening gown she wears.
Lying here beside me
Smelling the goodness of her
Soul.
©Arthur Henn 2008
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Posted by arthenn on March 23, 2008
“Boundaries of Your Morning Sunrise”
The way a beautiful woman comes out of nowhere
Not a word spoken
Showing her self upon a falling star.
She smiles Bringing out the serenity in me
An evenness of yearning
A longing,
For romanticism, the sensuality of her soul
Growth of her rose garden flourishes its gracefulness,
Beauty and aroma that surrounds me
For all to see
The beauty I see
Reflecting out of her eyes.
No longer captive of my thoughts
I speak
Layers Upon layers
Of your beauty one cannot match.
Rays of warmth that surrounds you
Your beauty shines through your stained glass window
That which was made by your own hands.
You smile, holding your self elegantly,
Embracing time,
Emotions fading away
Into the midnight hour
Chasing the early morning sunrise.
©Arthur Henn 2008
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Posted by arthenn on March 23, 2008
“Autumn Orchards”
Autumn colors
Falling, lying on the abiding land
Fog blankets herself around me
Covering the soil I walk on.
Autumn leaves crackle.
Under each footprint of my soul
The sound of freeway traffic
Echoes
In the distance
Of my soul
What was once peaceful
Among orchards
Is no longer
Street lights flashing
On every corner
This early morning
Standing, waiting for her whistle to blow.
Railroad crossing arms
Flashing
Signaling, for one to stop
The power of vibration
Thunders under my feet
The smell of smoke
Fills the damp air
Ash of ones home
Lies on the ground
Smoke filtered sunrise
A new horizon
Mother Natures
Glimmer of hope
Will the
Santa Ana
Winds
Lie down
What will come of tomorrow?
This time next year.
©Arthur Henn 2007
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Posted by arthenn on March 23, 2008
“A Poets Voice”
The love of your heart
Is the warmth of your soul.
Emotions
Calm and cool.
Like an early morning sunrise
Looking off into the distance
I watch the morning star fade away,
Dipping into the other side of midnight
Early morning darkness
Accepting warmth
Of natures vibrant colors
Your beauty unfolds into my eyes.
Days without you
Are days without sunshine.
What will become of today?
A poets mind does not know.
My eyes staring deeply
Into a blank sheet of paper
Words blossom from a memory.
Etched in my mind
A memory not forgotten
The beauty of it all
Flows through the ink of my pen
Birthing, creation of a poem
From the poets soul
Through his hand
A whisper, from my lips
Soft spoken words
“You Are Beautiful”
My heart is an open book.
A journal of love
©Arthur Henn 2008
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Posted by arthenn on March 23, 2008
“Another World”
A world of
Mother Nature
A canopy of beauty one sees with their.
Eyes
No cloud is the same as she gracefully.
Walks by
Looking upon her, she smiles.
What will she wear?
This time tomorrow
Will she still be as graceful and attractive?
As she is today.
Winds of change can be overpowering.
With her emotions,
Only then will we see her.
True nature
©2008 Arthur Henn
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