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Still...
18:26 Feb 08 2011
Times Read: 525

Still occasion

To the random rush

A shiver to my soul

Like your touch

And the mere thought of you.

Still occasion

To the brush of your lips,

A casual entanglement

Like your love

And the memory of you.

Still occasion

To your voice

My name spoken softly

With heavy breath

And passion flowing, from you.





Circe

"Frozen"
20:45 Feb 07 2011
Times Read: 546

When the rose finally whithers,

And winter's icy storm has left the garden barren,

Only the thorns remain;

Encasing the heart that once bloomed so full in a prickly hell.

Praying for the sun to shine again,

Upon a soul trapped in gloom,

And shrouded in darkness,

I wait...





Circe

"Remembrance" ..... by Emily Bronte
22:49 Feb 06 2011
Times Read: 563

Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,

Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!

Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,

Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?



Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover

Over the mountains, on that northern shore,

Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover

That noble heart for ever, ever more?



Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers

From those brown hills have melted into spring:

Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers

After such years of change and suffering!



Sweet Love of youth, forgive if I forget thee,

While the world's tide is bearing me along:

Sterner desires and other hopes beset me,

Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!



No later light has lightened up my heaven;

No second morn has ever shone for me:

All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,

All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.



But when the days of golden dreams had perished,

And even Despair was powerless to destroy,

Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,

Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy;



Then did I check the tears of useless passion,

Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;

Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten

Down to that tomb already more than mine.



And even yet I dare not let it languish,

Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,

How could I seek the empty world again?

"Skewed Love"
22:46 Feb 06 2011
Times Read: 565




What is it about me

That makes you linger here...

Is it the cold shiver of ecstasy

That you send down my spine,

Or the hot tears of passion

You summon from my soul;

The unwavering love

That I hold in my heart,

Or the constant faith held

In waiting for you one more day...

What exactly is it

That your ego seeks,

Fulfilling it's need to be stroked

Validation of your own self worth;

Hard as I try to see the answer

Peering deep into your eyes,

A soul hidden from me

Is all that I can see;

Too little too late

I hope it is not,

And thus my heart remains

In an emotional knot...





Circe

"Broken"
22:45 Feb 06 2011
Times Read: 566

Love is as fragile as the heart it breaks.

Like the wallflower across the room;

It can whither rather than bloom,

When fearful of knowing what it takes.

Its' shattered spell can wound,

leaving memories,

Embeded like shrapnal;

In the heart and mind.





Circe

"Fruitless Search"
22:43 Feb 06 2011
Times Read: 567




Hours turn into days,

And days into nights.

Countless time spent waiting,

For you to find yourself;

Because it seems I'm not the only one lost.

Time is short,

Even though it seems to be all one has.

Still it flitters away,

On deaths wings;

Contorting the mind,

With twisted memories,

Of what we used to be,

And what we'll never become.

All the time wasted searching the past,

For that "other' path;

The one that may have been the answer,

To identity itself.

Perhaps we should stop searching for ourselves,

Accepting that we are creatures,

Forever changing;

And grow with each other;

Learning to embrace lifes transitions.

For we may never have been lost to begin with...







Circe

"Weatherbeaten Heart"
22:42 Feb 06 2011
Times Read: 568




Tears fall like the pouring rain,

Steadily beating on the shutters of my heart,

Like drops on a windowpane.

They flood my soul,

Slowly tearing us apart.







Circe

"Watcher"
22:40 Feb 06 2011
Times Read: 569

Silver eyes, shimmering sadness,

I've seen you;

Felt you peering, lurking in the dark,

In the shadows;

Whispering my name.

Who are you, what are you,

Angel, devil or conscience;

I pray thee not conscience, not madness.

Silver eyes, piercing through the darkness,

My darkness, my soul;

Leave me not cold and tattered,

Bleeding, heart shredded.

Instead, heal me,

Feed me and restore me.

I know you, my prince, every night your presence felt, over my shoulder;

A face in my dreams, hot breath on my neck...







Circe

"Onward"
22:39 Feb 06 2011
Times Read: 570

Bruised and torn, a soul doth weeps

And tattered is the grudge bourne;

Forever restless is she,

Never forgetting how scorned.

Aglow in Autumn moonlight,

Embracing the winds of change;

Prayers for a new beginning,

Are carried off and away.

Peace found only from within,

Precious answers that are sought;

In her heart is where they lie,

Buried deep, unconcious thought







Circe

"Rivers Wisdom"
22:38 Feb 06 2011
Times Read: 571

From the delicate breeze

that brings forth the rivers soft, balmy mist

to caress ones skin,

To the harsh winter winds that chill

that very same soul:

There comes a sad acceptance,

one that I thought would never be...

The acceptance that perhaps ye

were never meant for thee.







Circe