For a Time

 

In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses

With bright spring flowers bursting with color

The sweet smells of young nature

The soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair

Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love

While I am the common girl

 Who has captured your heart completely unaware.

Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours

 Before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime -

I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed

As you promise to stay with me each night -

I will not peek,

Least the spell be broken and you flee from me

Taking all that is yours with you,

Leaving me alone and broken hearted.

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler

August 21, 2012, All rights reserved.  

 

Storm Clouds

Storm Clouds

It rained the day you died
I wasn’t there
I had to find an almanac
To figure out
What your last day was like
But I knew without knowing
It rained.

Did you think of me?
Our happy times together
Our yelling
Our purring
The soft sounds of night’s sweet music
My silent tears,
A salty rain.

Storm clouds are blowing in
I sit by the window
To stare at the world outside
To roam the world within me
To pull you forward in my thoughts
It’s all mixed up with days upon days,
But, I know – It is the water, it is the rain
That brings you to me.

That night at the beach
Our first time
Water was everywhere
The ocean slamming against the shore
Rain falling on our car
In a cascade of frenzied lust –

The thirst -
Our lips wet
Warm
Sweet
The drill of desire and passion sweeps
Tangled up in arms and legs
The reclining seat as our sweat infused
The rain continued to fall.

Pisces dear Pisces
It was the water
In which we drowned
Love’s passionate redress
That holds our memories
Each time the clouds coalesce
Your spirit comes to me
We are again, alone
On that beach
Finding love for the first time
Through salty tears,
I remember.

© Susan Morgan Bosler
February 22, 2013

Doing Time With Unicorns

Doing Time With Unicorns

Time to step back from this table

Been bending crayons against these papers

Hours and hours floating away

In lovely dreams and fairy tales

My fingers and toes ache to stretch a bit

Out my door and down the road

There’s a lady on her knees in her garden

Caspia  and Tritonia petals smiling

Pulling weeds to make it perfect

Not so different she and I

I understand her need to please.

I pull a smoke out from the pack in my pocket

Strike a match then the flame

The air fills with floral swirls

The whirls change into forgotten shadows

 Deep dark memories return to haunt

Not finding peace here just yet

Not finding why I have to, just yet.

Throw down the smoke and grind it into the dirt

Head on back to my tiny space

A covered camp without any trace

The love we had is finally asleep

Don’t wake it up, let it dream.

Alone is where I need to flee

Among the ashes of what used to be

Until tomorrow arrives with renewed luck

I’ll be here drawing rainbows

Doing time with the unicorns and fables

Under cloudless, starless skies –

Alone is where I need to be.

©Susan Morgan Bosler, November 18, 2012, All Rights Reserved

Fly Away

Fly Away

 

So she says . . .

At the top of the world

Where the sun never sets

There’s no night

To gather up my dreams

At the bottom of the world

Where the moon’s at the horizon

There’s no way to find you -

~

You’re always in my dreams

I’d like to take a hold of you

You’re always in my thoughts

Why can’t there be more of you -

~

Copying your face over and over again

Pencil and pen, over and over again

I want to sculpt your hand so I could hold it now and then

I want to feel your heart so I could hear it beat

As I lay upon your chest, and you breathe, and I breathe

You in -

 

You’re always in my dreams

I’d like to be with you now

You’re always in my thoughts

Why can’t there be a way some how

For us to simply fly away?

~

You’re always in my dreams

I’d like to take a hold of you

You’re always in my thoughts

Why can’t there be more of you -

~

The sun will never set

The moon will never rise

There’s got to be a day when

My dreams of you come to pass

There’s got to be a night when

We’re together at last

At last; At last; At last

We’re together at last and then,

We fly away.

 

 

© Susan Morgan Bolser, Lyrics.   2012.  All Rights Reserved.

September 13, 2012

Haikus for a Sunday

Nelumbo nucifera Bahasa Indonesia: Seroja (Nelumbo nucifera) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haikus for a Sunday

Notes Joyous Dancing

The reed plays through times course

Bamboo harmony

~

Small yellow bird has flown

Empty now the master’s cage

Broken is his heart

~

Lotus flower floating past

Nighttime hides its petals pink

Sunlight comes to share

~

Gold and orange leaves

Old weeping tree sweeps the earth

Years travel so slow

~

Laughter of the doves

Making love upon the roof

I can remember

~

©Susan Morgan Bosler

August 26, 2012

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Today, one of my guides named Lotus Flower visited me in my mediation.  This is what she left behind for me to share.

 

 

 

 

For a Time

 

In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses

with bright spring flowers bursting with color

the sweet smells of young nature

the soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair

Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love, Eros

While I am the common girl, Psyche

who has captured your heart completely unaware.

Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours

before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime -

I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed

As you promise to stay with me each night -

I will not peek,

Least the spell be broken and you flee from me

Taking all that is yours with you,

leaving me alone and broken hearted.

 

(c)Susan Morgan Bosler

August 21, 2012 – All Rights Reserved.  Please do not reprint without the permission of the author.  Thank you.

Beloved Apostle

 

Beloved Apostle

~

Mary, Mary
you were anything but weak
Mary, Mary
you were strong
yet, you cried at his feet.
Behind the tears
lives the truth we never speak
behind the love
lives the beauty of his deeds.

~

Mary, Mary
beloved by the man
Mary, Mary
the only one to understand.
Mary, Mary
you took a secret to your grave,
After the passion
a life we never seek
behind the love
was there a child of his seed?

~

Mary, Mary
where did you go?
Mary, Mary
why was your story never told?
You knew his nature
loved him from the start
You knew the truth
you saw the beauty of his heart.
Between the lines
lives the part they overlooked
Beyond your love
lives the message of the book.

~

(c} Susan Morgan Bosler
July 10, 2012

All Rights Reserved.