Undelivered Love Poem #2
Undelivered Poems Volume 1. Poem 1.
I ran my fingers on the shiny metal
you soldiered
in my hidden ritual
I shake my moonray heart spell with
invisible cinnamon
dirtying my fingertips
each time I pass
I lightly caress the gates you curl into shape with your fire.
I ask the Gods of Love for a lightening bolt to spark your heart vein…
for you to wake up in an epiphany
inside your dark sad eyes
and feel my touch in your memory
of my lips against your neck
of your head on my lap
safe and relieved.
you were cool there
and at peace.
In prayer I see
you craft the key
you open the gate
and welcome my heart in yours.
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In the dawn there is you
Drawn in gold, unique hue
Shining as a dance of stars
Limbs in long embrace
I’m mouthing all my joy
Smile as I taste
You come of deep earth
A stretch of solid ground
We crescent from the raindrop
We kiss to breath moons down
On an ocean of sunrise
You spark fire out your hands
Reflection in our eyes
My venus your warm land
Traveling for miles
Further than we think we can
Where the stars fly and the hearts lend
Photo by Zarah Rose 
Love City
St. John US Virgin Islands
The Sun I was
the Sun I was
Shining boldly over the horizon
Then took to
racing a rain cloud
he caught up to tie me,
neck to neck
I couldn’t hold onto the light
For both of us
Night dark heavy water, his golden edges
blindsided my speed
He swiftly took the lead
my warm glow faded
Beaten by a soft swift wetness
I turned to my night moon
to catch my fire again
Rising slow
Fast rain clouds never stay too long
without turning into the sea
A Vision to Hold Inside: Bliss
Very deeply and simply it is all a manifestation of your highest thought. Energy shared and accepted freely. What are we ashamed of? Why is shame and guilt such a big part of our lives, and love and joy so easy to deny? I am only accountable to myself and the God I see.. which in my case lives inside of me..and everywhere around me. In this way I am in Gratitude to Creation. I am dashing away fear, trouble, discontent, judgement, shame, guilt, stifling walls of roles I never fit comfortably in. I am not accountable to anyone unless I make a contract with them, then I must be able to uphold my words with my actions. What is your contract and who is it with? Is this contract something you can live freely with? Spiritually, I am in a contract only with me, as I have attracted this from Creation. I have no other choice now that I see this, to dash away away fear, I am leaving behind anger, I am moving only forward in the light of knowing my heart is pure. My heart is good. It is a gift to know that. I am THANKFUL for my Abundant Blessings on this Earth. It is a cold walk at times. It is a cold journey to light, you will not stay there all the time. You will only get to touch it and know it and more and more TRUST IT. I am there at this moment, saying…sistars/brothers on this Iyla… in this journey…BELIEVE …YOU DESERVE LOVE. IN ALL WAYS IN ALL FORMS IN ALL PLACES… PHYSICAL, MENTAL EMOTIONAL… SPIRITUALLY SOUND AND ALIVE. ONE LOVE.
Dancing Under the Flame Tree
St. Ursala’s
A book of poetry about life in the US Virgin Island, “The Jewel of the Caribbean”.
Embracing Freedom
Embracing Freedom
Been under the cool blue moon of stars ancient and before
I sat by ocean tide, it’s ripples in my shore
Been here on the concrete, the uniform done donned
Stepping to this other drummer to keep d electric on
Though deeper in my eyes I know a different tune
One of many visions and one of many moons
Instead of constant service and work for very little
I rhyme and dance and love with joy into the middle
Ground is where I start, though height is where I fly
Give myself the longest run, I release and start to glide
“Whooooooshhhhh”
Sun on my back, wind on my face…my eyes stretch far ahead
To meet the newest grace, my is heart open, willing to be fed
Break good bread and rest my weary head
“Seeeelahhhh“
The Magical Mindmouth of Ms. Zarah Rose 