The sky has broken

in one breath ….. soft

softly it reaches out

and ever so softly touches,

ever gently it awakens

and stirs all stillness.

Dawn rises.    In her mist

she seals the mystery.

E’er closely to her breasts

she cages in her hand

a singing bird whose frail voice

laments the dreaming

of deep night and lost stars.

Onward her foot presses

into the resolute hours.

Her eyes pouring soft light

like a lovers prayer

enfolding  heavy silence.

Pouring light she summons

life……. urging growth

touching all …….. tremulous

with sacred warmth

… pouring light.

The sky has broken

out of the aching rumbling stirring

of the wind.      Whispering,

into the ears of Dawn,

the last violet shades of night

pass,  till the last of the stars

fade…….  into the vast keeping

of her soul  …… finally at rest.

Holding listless

the laconic melody

that remains

into the resolute hours

She presses onward.

Crystalline, white, and pure

intricate, silent, and still

Beauty in every line and every spreading shape.

You and I are one in a sea of millions.

Yet you stand out clear and resolute.

Perfect and pristine

I desire so to touch you

to pull you close

to admire you more

to see the intimate details

My desire is warm and soft

my breath escapes me

If I bare my vulnerability

and reach forward what then

trembling

if I touched you what then

the wind is stirring

if I wait…. what then

time and fate are stirring

and where would we be blown

I desire so to touch you

to pull you close

to admire you more

to see the intimate details

My desire is warm and soft

my breath escapes me

If I bare my vulnerability

and reach forward what then

trembling

if I touched you what then

And Where Will I Find You

And where will I find you
in the folds of shadow and dream?
imbetween what is lost and
what is found in the ommissions
of time and the frail murmuring
voice of enchantment.
Where will I find you?

The days slip and dart tormenting
the lost fate of yesterday.
Here I wait in the old places.
Here I stand with held breath
not knowing your eyes again.

Who am I to complain
having been filled before
with such alluring light.
The blind can not see.
Does it spare them the agony?

So where will I find you?
Retreated into solitudes embrace,
abandoning the seductions of
destiny and her dance.

Does she hold you warmly,
is she gentle like wind,
cruel like wind
tossing you
from comfort
to
agony.

I am windswept and torn
yet still I cling to the harbor
of silence and stillness.

So how will I find you,
trembling at the thought of stepping outside
.

Through the Wave That Unfolds You

Tonight may you
rest deeply enfolded
in a blanket of waking stars
softly kissed by the
silver light of ageless moons
blessed and caressed serenly
by the wind that moves over you
by the wind that moves over you
by the wind that moves over you.

Tonight may you
take endless comfort
in the bossom of ancient forests
gently warmed by the
sacred fire deep in the breast
of the earth that rises to you
of the earth that rises to you
of the earth that rises to you.

Tonight may you
glide peaceful and effortless
in an ocean of loving abyss
rocking and ever knowing
the power and infinity of your being
through the wave that unfolds you
through the wave that unfolds you
through the wave that unfolds you.

A Reaping Tide

I did not curse the moments that lie twisted, misconstrued, and torn
I did not beat wearilessly all truth nor don lie upon lie and egos adorn
I did not scrape bare my soul to void the worth of every word
I did not in the face of ration spit wildly into wind the absurd
I did not buy with shallow deed to appease and to rape
I did not run into denials arms for some motherly escape
I did not cast treasure to soil beneath piling waste and rot
I did not turn coldly leaving love at deaths door caring not
I did not abandon to fantasies true warmth for empty lust
I did not let what was noble despair and fade to but dust
So let the wrenching of time come, come and cast aside
with the force of a reaping, with all the force of a reaping tide.
© Brenda D. Baker

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It is in the meeting of our eyes
that mystery gives way;
and for a moment does comprise
what words can never say.

It is there every light is bound,
there all grace is renewed,
there sweet hope is found,
and all noble virtue imbued.

It is there our fates entwine,
past the veils of dusk and dawn,
there inspiration does shine,
and joyful breath is drawn.

Yes, in the meeting of our eyes
a splendid song takes wing.
A delightful wanted surprise
that grants a heart eternal spring.

© Brenda D. Baker

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My Universe, My Bride

Deep, elusive, dark trembling ecstasy
quivering at the vastness
of her soul
drawn down to bloodied knee
pining, aching, sobbing
to become one

Temptation
oh the temptation 
to curl up like a lost child and
weep the tormenting stillness
to wail and moan voiceless,
pitying the swelling darkness

I pity it not. Here then on bloodied knee
I can draw my gratitude
and rise
and rise
and rise forward

Her voice carries the silhouettes
of shadowed moon
and shattered stars
Her eyes pierce
through the darkest depths
as torches
of eternal myth and feeble truth.

I can but only
press firm against her
as if leaning into abyss

I can but only
be freed in the falling
into her bosom
into the oceans of her heart
into the chasms
of her secret mind

Cold and tremulous
is the wind on falling form
aching and cold
comfortless

I fall into to her
to embrace her
and there is nothing
nothing
but the roar of wind abound

Remote cold untouchable
yet I crave to see more…..
beyond her veil
beyond her veil is her prize

lips of pureness and passion
lips of innocence untouched
sweet lips
the lips
of a bride

I lift the veil
I lift the veil
dream and vision
dream and vision
so I lift the veil.

A thousand moons
a million stars
endless being
breathless becoming
quivering at the vastness
of her soul
Deep, elusive, dark trembling ecstasy
beyond the veil
beyond the veil

lips of pureness and passion
lips of innocence untouched
sweet lips
the lips
of a bride.

I lift the veil
I lift the veil
dream and vision
dream and vision
so I lift the veil.
© Brenda D. Baker

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I love the excitement of spring and relish every new bloom that breaks forward to great the day!

Springs Seduction

I watch the suns gentle return where the snow

has swept down howling through the trees,

where the river runs dispelling a warmer flow,

and flowers rise from beneath the leaves.

I watch the supple red tulips form to bud and bloom,

with heads tilted and mouths opened eager for the sun.

I watch the branches being stripped of shadow by the noon,

sweetly caressing every bough where winter once hung.

While the sunlight plays with springs guests

I watch the days grow warm and long

and it creates a stir within the breasts

and makes the heart beat fast and strong.

Beating with the pulse of desires throb urging,

urging me deeper, deeper into the arms of spring.

© Brenda D. Baker

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Like a bird into deep sky

Can you hear my voice sailing through the waters,

Can you feel the tremble of my heart as love falters?

The moon grows bright and the evening grows dark,

Paths twisting asunder leave no place to start.

Like a bird into deep sky, I fall to the unknown,

Bare to brace the emptiness our silence has shown.

Further apart the tides that strive to land ashore.

Every mystery of fate aspires to remain weaving unseen.

Every drawn breath reveals a yarn of the listless dream.

Still are the winds that break forward your star.

Still is the moment that is lost somewhere afar.

Can you hear my voice sailing through the waters,

Can you feel the tremble of my heart as love falters?

© Brenda D. Baker

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