just a tear or stardust in my eyes ?

Heart whispers throb

amidst a chasm too vast to fill

even in the muted pause ,

a stillness of ardent reflection ,

there seems a question 

breathed searchingly ,

demurely exhaled 

echoes into a contemplative 

hollow silence

Had renewed hope 

only been a tantalizing thrill ;

a cosmic glint 

enlightening the chill

shadowed void ?

Unrelenting 

entrancing traces , 

had fleetingly flashed past ...

Could it have been

a shooting star, 

an angel of mercy , 

a bluebird ,
or perhaps ,

a fragile butterfly ~ 

alas ,.. 

brushed by with 

sublime rapturous aura ; 

yet without fleshly touch ,

clearly,
an accidental 

enchanting flutterbye 

just a dream ,.. 

just a dream ,.. 

just a dream ,..

just a why ,..

life subsided , 

diminished , 

recurred vanilla

these days 

a circadian rhythm ,

seasons minutiae

the rise and fall
of the subtle tides

just a tear
   or stardust ,..
in my eyes ?



1st cup Tuesday... rivers

Note:    circadian rhythm; biological temporal rhythms, such as daily, tidal, weekly, seasonal, and annual rhythms, is called chronobiology. Although circadian rhythms are endogenous ("built-in", self-sustained), they are adjusted to the local environment by external cues , commonly the most important of which is daylight.
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"Mystic Desert Rivers" ...reprise

Crawling across the arid cactus wilderness
Chasing nothing but blue skied impossible dreams  
He followed the utopia of a wild exotic river wide
Meandering effortlessly through his mind made mirage  
Rippling downstream along sweltering cactus shoreline
Beneath the scorching azure desert sky
Flowing at the speed of loneliness 
Fleeting towards the refreshing Ocean’s tide

He searched charily through a labyrinth of chimera
While standing deliriously on the brink a sublime      
Spiny leaves awakened all sense of uncertainty
Mystic static air excites his sun wilted eyes
Enticing infinite reborn senses thrive alive
Rousing imagination’s magical archive reveries
Enkindling a cornucopia of inflamed reprise

A daydream of an erotic fragrant, vibrant flower
Pricking his heart with her natural delicate demure,
Drawing blood with her coquettish cactus quills
Tantalizing a figment a poignant hallucination's thrill
Inching slowly, slithering silently,
Sensibilities frayed, heart on his sleeve
Too thirsty to drink, once bitten, twice shy

Lingering at the crossroads of an exotic oasis
The illusion a nomatic basin river courses on
Zigzags, winds turning far, deep and wide
Swerves amongst mysterious tantalizing desert flora
Hidden bashfully behind a sun faded shadow's disguise,
Her taproot in a desert spring’s bedrock
Her beauty reflected in the shine twinkling in his eyes

A prairie wolf paces on the distant horizon
Vultures are gliding in the arid desert skies
Silhouettes gracefully soaring in hazy solar disguise
Coyote, was just listening to the ethers' muted sighs
The blustering wind howled the gathering dust
Blowing the drifting barren sand astir
Over the lonesome travelers’ trail of wanton lust
Caught-up in her sticky tangled web trying to free her

"Taunt and tease Prickly Pear blossom
Share the simple life of the prairie breeze
I’m crawling through pebbles and cobbles
Over bedrock through sand dune fields to the sea
Drawn to your fertile spring water oasis surprise
The thirst quenching splendors of your dalliance astir,
The impassioned esprit your abundant soul set me free"...

May 21, 2014 ...rivers reprise ©

 

Garden of the Heart and Soul

Garden of the Heart and Soul 

. . . by Harlon Rivers

There is a place where love grows

In the garden of my soul

There is a place where light shines

In the oasis of a beautiful mind

The mind tends innately

To the spirit of the soul

In combination, all together in symmetry

They all have made a humble life whole

There is this place where love flows like a river

In the wellspring within my heart

Where raindrops quench a hallowed thirst

Bequeathed by loves gentle tears befall heaven's rain

They stream , cascade a nourishing mist

Refreshing the garden and all it’s vibrant botanical soul

The rhythm the heartbeat of the universe

Manifest the pulse, the pace, the harmony,

This peaceful verve inside an earthly vessel’s whole

There is a soulspring uprising

The garden of a human heart

Surrounded by season’s a plethora of amazing grace

Daphne’s fragrance in late winter,

Crimson roses bloom enrich spring provenance

Gardena’s pungent alluring aroma sings

White orchids throughout all heart’s ripen sighs

Lilly of the Valley’s sweeten bouquet stirs the night

Awakening the slumbering stillness unto delight

There is a thorn tree in the garden ,

Thistles from fear and doubt’s shadowed reign

The seeds were sown in lovelorn dimness ,

Scattered recklessly, carelessly strewn astray

Penetrating barbs pang a misbegotten memories’ ache

Pricked punctures assuaged hidden deep within the soul

Wilted dried flowers lament the way

Moonbeams once glistened heirloom petals

Nature’s healing balm flourishing life when decomposed

There is a time when autumn compass culminates

When the leaves shall waft and web

There comes a moment with waning breath

Within the garden of the soul

The setting sun will diminish entwine the dusk

When a beautiful mind will no longer shine

As natural as the circle of life sustaining growth

The time for going home

Who will tend this universe garden ?

From beginning without end ?

When darkness befalls into dormant repose

Will  gardener’s inherent rays of hope radiate new life ?

Into the winter tide’s starlit heaven’s skies ?

Who will harvest eternal love sown ?

Love cultivated in this Eden paradise

Was ne’r mine to hold

The soul of this grateful seasoned gardener

Soars eternally higher , fly free beyond the bounds ,

Uplifted by the wings of love ...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

... an additional new poem written and published May 18th, 2014

" To the bird on a wire with song " 
♫♪♪♫♪
by harlon rivers

http://melancholyrivers.blogspot.com/2014/05/to-bird-on-wire-with-song.html

...defusing the sounds of silence

...defusing the sounds of silence

Birds fly low just atop

impearled dew drops

Mother earth's

uprising misty breath

Daybreak diffusing

dappled moonbeams

hazy shadows

Scattering yesternight’s dream

fusion mingled light

The dawn moving mountains ;

the dawn removing the night

Morning’s whispered birdsong

lilts lightly, skipping sprightly,

amongst its melodic chirruping throng

Violet-green Swallows

fly low just atop

mother's uprising misty breath

...defusing the sounds of silence

© harlon rivers ...May 11 , 2014

A Mazy Heart Laid Bare

 A Mazy Heart Laid Bare

♥

Heaven's rain cleanse away the guise
these disquieting storm clouds ,
my being feels like realms beyond the sun
Sail away these dark shadows cast abound me
ne’r allow the light this inner soul fade dim

An eternal circle turns , courses unbroken ,
await another ardent heart come by here
No hesitation beyond a moment’s simple awakening
resplendent key unlock what truly lies within

There is more than laid bare a mazy heart’s visage
the essence a humble amorous enigma within
Beyond these avowed words , between the lines
the bitter sweet truth unveiled ,..
beheld a demure poet’s solace muddled sighs

In the silence thrums a poignant , throbbing resonance
a lonely heart beats with a thundering torn
Eyes wide open one day blinded eyes might see
only the lonely know ,.. love unconditionally bestowed

These days the lair enfolds quiet solitude
breeds a patient , yet loathed , discontent
Understanding an unassuming comfort earned
accepting each gift our imperfections make one whole

The ache of what’s past is no longer blinding
what once befogged this here and now can be
Circle closer from a distance those waning glances
where you've walked alone makes you who you see

Embrace the long imperfect journey's byway
hold on the foundation we stand firm upon
The search for renewal unfolds purposeful one love
the roots that bind the bedrock of the soul

Parting clouds endow a radiant light that shines on ;
arouse the shining nimbus another lonely soul unmasked
Sensibilities refreshed by verve’s uprising
one love is the key unlock the chains that bind

A long road to get here, to awaken in the dream ,
reveal the wholehearted goodness love can sing
Come by here the moment of love awaiting
surrender this meeting of hearts and minds

Hear the voice within the silent reverie
singing supplications a lost soul
Sung for everything the heart yearns ,
     given to love in the silence for loves sake ,..
for everything the heart needs

♥ ♥

© Harlon Rivers ...May 8th, 2014

Cosmic Clouds of Dandelion Wishes

What would become of dreams if we keep them hidden ?

I . . .

The puff of breeze gathered a hazy gossamer cloud
fuzzy blowballs rising afloat like rainbow balloons fly higher
a million ripe dandelion florets mushroom skyward
unleashed kites sail behind clouds breath - -
sweetly poignant lilac fragrance whelms the Spring air
as white organic feathery filament flit , wishes strewn awhirl ,
frolicking with the cadence of uplifting windsong ;
her yearning heart’s fine pappus traces lifted alive ,
a dreamfullness blown aloft by wish infested lips

II . . .

Wishfulness whimsically sown about in the wind
for to reap the will of heart’s desires
white doves fly on hallowed wings of hope's genesis
transcendent sensibilities escape uncommonly
unto the wistful wafting cosmos
scattered felicity flows blissfully

in the blustery wanderlust airstream
chimera entwined in the prevailing updraught 

of sublime possibilities
where eddies swirl in ether places ,
swellen with wished upon stardust ,
buoyant with glittering dreaminess ;
overspill a moonstruck stardust
that testifies when she’s near

III . . .

In the whoosh her simple life - breath exhaled ,
imagination joyfully comes to life
lamentable dreams could have been ; could be
lost yens can come to pass lightly
it’s never as good as it is , and it’s never as bad as it is
love must come naturally , unfurl without bounds ;
however fleeting , the moment of love never disappoints
if the pathway climbed never reached an epic apex
mountains stand tall , majestic ,
await each new aspiring dawn
it’s never too soon to surrender souls to touch ;
it’s never too late to forage another passageway ,
manifest into an untrodden higher ground . . .

IV . . .

Gently awakened from a dream by a warm spring chill
while lying back in the tall grass where wild Iris bob and sway
            . . . . . . yawning , . . . . .
looking upward towards the sun soaked sky ,
as something in the gentle whispering breeze
tickles enrapt earlobes , . .
a puff of breeze drifts past lazily
arousing hazy clouds of dandelion float seeds
animating , mesmerizing up , . . up , . . sail away wishes
spiring , sleepy, dream fraught eyes
ascending towards the endless heavens ' azure

 . . . . . . . remembering how you love to believe dreams do come true
             smiling with wish infested lips as wishes float away
             foreshadowing anticipation soars to life ~




©Harlon Rivers . . . May 1 , 2014

"Love grows by giving .
The love we give away is the only love we keep .
The only way to retain love is to give it away ."

Elbert Hubbard