Light a candle on the doorstep
Let its flicker light the way
Turn out the porch light
~Let the candles light prevail
Say goodnight now to day
Light another in the front hall
Let its presence force a smile
Wondering where you are
And what you have in mind
Aching for you all the while
Light of candles on the staircase
Each step taken amid their glow
Follow the perfume
You left floating in air
To that place I’ve come to know
A single candle on the top step
A single stocking laid with care
Silk and satins strewn
~A candle lit parade
To your bedroom waiting there
Open the door to see you sleeping
Dozing naked in the light
One hundred candles
Making love to every curve
Of your soft skin in the night
Leaning in to kiss your shoulder
Brush a hand across your thigh
Whisper I love you
In your pretty little ear
And hear you softly sigh
Then draw in to your embrace
Take me deep into your soul
Let me fill you
Till spent and weary
Your womb burning as coal
Let the candles burn till morning
Let them burn while we make love
Nestled in your arms
I pledge my life to you
Sworn upon stars above
Could I ever be without you?
My heart find strength to beat?
When every waking thought
Is bent upon your love
When next our desires meet?
ELAshley
September 6, 2007
Revised:
103007.125206.6
on Fearing
We are young yet
And knowing for true
That youth is squandered on the young
We are wise enough to see it
And young enough to guess
That there is still time
Perhaps not for all our dreams
But time enough
For the ones that matter
Time enough for the ones that
Rarely see light of day
~The ones we tuck perpetually
Into bed,
"Shhh now, go to sleep little one,
Your time will come..."
And when time has come
Will we throw open windows...
And let our dearests
Drink in the fresh, bright day?
Will we encourage our dearests
To run through the grass
And play?
Will we sit back
And let our hearts desire
Have its day in the sun?
Or will we
In our wise, age’d youth
Caution prudence
And tuck our dreams
Safely back in bed?
ELAshley
043002.071530.6
Revised:
103007.121033.6
...for Paula R.
"No Backspacing..."
And knowing for true
That youth is squandered on the young
We are wise enough to see it
And young enough to guess
That there is still time
Perhaps not for all our dreams
But time enough
For the ones that matter
Time enough for the ones that
Rarely see light of day
~The ones we tuck perpetually
Into bed,
"Shhh now, go to sleep little one,
Your time will come..."
And when time has come
Will we throw open windows...
And let our dearests
Drink in the fresh, bright day?
Will we encourage our dearests
To run through the grass
And play?
Will we sit back
And let our hearts desire
Have its day in the sun?
Or will we
In our wise, age’d youth
Caution prudence
And tuck our dreams
Safely back in bed?
ELAshley
043002.071530.6
Revised:
103007.121033.6
...for Paula R.
"No Backspacing..."
One-Hundred Years Entwining
Will I sleep one hundred years,
My first night ‘neath your summer eaves?
Will I shed one hundred tears,
Sorrows clatter like autumn leaves?
Away from me ~ forever away
Your lips brushing my tears away
Fall into slumber, the sleep of peace
As in your arms I lay
Will I dream while embraced in you,
Coupled neath linens clean and new?
Wakened to find my dreams come true,
And lost within your eyes of blue
Sing to me a familiar song
Lips brush mine ~ our breath a song
Like the gentle susurring sea
Rock me soft the whole night long
One hundred years may each night seem
Forever may each day so be
And parting, but a shadowy dream
That has no life in the love we see
Smiling true in eyes bright and shining
Lips caressing ~ wet, soft, and shining
Shuddering, and rising again to fall
Held in your embrace entwining
Will I sleep one hundred years?
Hands brush all my cares away?
Sorrow erased and gone my fears?
In your arms, and in peace lay?
Time and love will tell
Time and love will tell
ELAshley
18 March 2002, 1:10am
Revised:
102907.022026.1
103007.012656.6
010309.011016.1
091109.110403.1
1122209.031102.6
My first night ‘neath your summer eaves?
Will I shed one hundred tears,
Sorrows clatter like autumn leaves?
Away from me ~ forever away
Your lips brushing my tears away
Fall into slumber, the sleep of peace
As in your arms I lay
Will I dream while embraced in you,
Coupled neath linens clean and new?
Wakened to find my dreams come true,
And lost within your eyes of blue
Sing to me a familiar song
Lips brush mine ~ our breath a song
Like the gentle susurring sea
Rock me soft the whole night long
One hundred years may each night seem
Forever may each day so be
And parting, but a shadowy dream
That has no life in the love we see
Smiling true in eyes bright and shining
Lips caressing ~ wet, soft, and shining
Shuddering, and rising again to fall
Held in your embrace entwining
Will I sleep one hundred years?
Hands brush all my cares away?
Sorrow erased and gone my fears?
In your arms, and in peace lay?
Time and love will tell
Time and love will tell
ELAshley
18 March 2002, 1:10am
Revised:
102907.022026.1
103007.012656.6
010309.011016.1
091109.110403.1
1122209.031102.6
Without Excuse
It is spinning
Uncontrollably, or seeming so
Finite eyes cannot grasp a pattern
Finite minds cannot fathom the depths of hue and timber
If there is a pattern
We are too close to see it
Too close to the fire
There is too much comfort in glowing embers
Tended with patient mindless devotion
That the depths of cold empty space between us
Might seem less
Empty
Finite, yes—our human capacity
For perception
Bound by a spectrum
But an atom’s breadth wide
Yet this is the lie we tell ourselves
The lie we have come to believe
For we have no wish to step back
And search for patterns
We cannot acknowledge what cannot be seen
Right?
Or mere rationalizations
That do more to call us by name
Than the names we call ourselves…
Faithless…
That is what we are
Knowing deep within
The shape of patterns within the world
Like lace
To acknowledge the lace of our lives
Our meetings and partings
Seemingly random—yet not
Is to acknowledge patterns
We’d just as soon not recognize
That we own more control
Over unfathomed depths of locus—
We control more than we like
Like more than we wish
Wish less than we could
We stab out our eyes
To avoid seeing
Drive spikes through our ears
To avoid hearing
Cut out our tongues
To avoid confessing
Yet the world still spins
Truth still works the shuttle
Of Life’s warp and weft
Leaving us in the end
To understand our ability to work the loom
Is not hampered
By self-mutilation
And we are then left without excuse
ELAshley
051507.021212.1
Revised on:
052407.120559.1
Uncontrollably, or seeming so
Finite eyes cannot grasp a pattern
Finite minds cannot fathom the depths of hue and timber
If there is a pattern
We are too close to see it
Too close to the fire
There is too much comfort in glowing embers
Tended with patient mindless devotion
That the depths of cold empty space between us
Might seem less
Empty
Finite, yes—our human capacity
For perception
Bound by a spectrum
But an atom’s breadth wide
Yet this is the lie we tell ourselves
The lie we have come to believe
For we have no wish to step back
And search for patterns
We cannot acknowledge what cannot be seen
Right?
Or mere rationalizations
That do more to call us by name
Than the names we call ourselves…
Faithless…
That is what we are
Knowing deep within
The shape of patterns within the world
Like lace
To acknowledge the lace of our lives
Our meetings and partings
Seemingly random—yet not
Is to acknowledge patterns
We’d just as soon not recognize
That we own more control
Over unfathomed depths of locus—
We control more than we like
Like more than we wish
Wish less than we could
We stab out our eyes
To avoid seeing
Drive spikes through our ears
To avoid hearing
Cut out our tongues
To avoid confessing
Yet the world still spins
Truth still works the shuttle
Of Life’s warp and weft
Leaving us in the end
To understand our ability to work the loom
Is not hampered
By self-mutilation
And we are then left without excuse
ELAshley
051507.021212.1
Revised on:
052407.120559.1
Dogs Day
..::In Eight Parts::..
Part VII
"Pitch Gives Light to Glimmers"
It comes ~ it comes!
The labor of hope
Whence glimmers of light
Down the long corridor
Spark like embers rising
From the ash of our burning
Birthed from pain and
Brought again to life alone
The world has not changed
But I certainly have
The leash is slipped
And I have run
It comes ~ it comes!
Glimmers bright
Like the midnight sun
On frost
Caught in the fur of a dead seal
And the seal now shattered
Its water broke
New eyes upon an old world
Looking upon a world ever changing
Where I have not
Yet the leash is slipped
And I must run
ELAshley
083103.115136.6
Part VII
"Pitch Gives Light to Glimmers"
It comes ~ it comes!
The labor of hope
Whence glimmers of light
Down the long corridor
Spark like embers rising
From the ash of our burning
Birthed from pain and
Brought again to life alone
The world has not changed
But I certainly have
The leash is slipped
And I have run
It comes ~ it comes!
Glimmers bright
Like the midnight sun
On frost
Caught in the fur of a dead seal
And the seal now shattered
Its water broke
New eyes upon an old world
Looking upon a world ever changing
Where I have not
Yet the leash is slipped
And I must run
ELAshley
083103.115136.6
Dogs Day
..::In Eight Parts::..
Part III
"Light Gives Way to Pitch"
I can’t seem to understand
Why the shapes and colors have changed
And I can’t hear
No matter our cries
The familiar shapes of brothers unchained
Where is the world I knew?
Bathed in warmth tight pressed and secure
Heartbeats resounding
A fluid comfort
Brothers and sisters all clean-slated pure
Oh, for the slip
Of the chain and we run
New and untroubled
Beneath the bright summer sun
Oh, for the leash
Our protection and lead
But oh, for the slip
Of the chain and we run...
I don't understand the light in my eyes
Why shapes and colors should exist at all
Why everything now
Wide open and wild
And the newness of brothers unchained
And oh, for the slip
Of the chain and we run
Long limbed wastrels
Playing in the sun
Oh, for the leash
And the warm caring arms
That hold us tender
And keep us from harm
As we run
Let slip the chain and we run
Oh, for the slip
Of the chain...
We run
ELAshley
090405.012120.1 / 1st five lines
121511.125600.6 / remaining lines
Part III
"Light Gives Way to Pitch"
I can’t seem to understand
Why the shapes and colors have changed
And I can’t hear
No matter our cries
The familiar shapes of brothers unchained
Where is the world I knew?
Bathed in warmth tight pressed and secure
Heartbeats resounding
A fluid comfort
Brothers and sisters all clean-slated pure
Oh, for the slip
Of the chain and we run
New and untroubled
Beneath the bright summer sun
Oh, for the leash
Our protection and lead
But oh, for the slip
Of the chain and we run...
I don't understand the light in my eyes
Why shapes and colors should exist at all
Why everything now
Wide open and wild
And the newness of brothers unchained
And oh, for the slip
Of the chain and we run
Long limbed wastrels
Playing in the sun
Oh, for the leash
And the warm caring arms
That hold us tender
And keep us from harm
As we run
Let slip the chain and we run
Oh, for the slip
Of the chain...
We run
ELAshley
090405.012120.1 / 1st five lines
121511.125600.6 / remaining lines
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