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~castle of winds~
20:56 Apr 06 2007
Times Read: 654

Remember me on cold crisp nights,

Where winds will blow with turbulent sights.

Think of me when waters are calm and still,

Where cups never empty and always fill.

Whisper my name on showed winds so soft,

When thru the trees they call your name oft.

Remember me when blizzards caress

and cold lake frozen with an icey dress.

Think of me when nights are crisp and clear

If you do I will always be near.

Whisper my name when the winds embrace

caressing your skin in rain's cold grace.

Remember me in twilights flight,

wrapped in silken velvet cascades of night.

Think of me when all hope is lost

and you are wondering was the price worth the cost

Think of me and you will see.

Near you I will always be.

~castle of winds~

~amore~
20:45 Apr 06 2007
Times Read: 655

A new night dawns and I feel it's touch

Sweet whispering caresses cascade

Silken tongues of winds soft and alluring

Trace over such a pallid form it's stirring.

Softly waking like a rose it's blooming

bathed in firey waves its path grooming.

Climbing up unto the endless sky

Taking flight the wing unfold and pry.

Shed the velvet ropes ,silken chains

Softly sigh like shedding reigns.

Lifted up and thrown to great heights

The turrets beneath the wing fights.

The night purrs and the lands shift

waters ebb and flow and drift.

Alive to feel it's calling song

The sun rises, the current stills,

drifts to the ground as it will.

The petals close the heart races

And in such sleeps as it paces.

~Amore~

~Akasha Raven locke~
20:45 Apr 06 2007
Times Read: 656




Inspiration my sweet muse,

Lift my heart and put it to use.

Cascading firey, turbulent tirades,

Thru endless pages of words parades,

Wrapp me in worlds and tongues of lost,

In ages and stories of things that passed.

Call to my passions and spring them anew,

Lift up my spirit thrown to the sky and flew.

Whisper my name on winds, call me afar.

Inspiration my sweet muse,

Raging sweet battles of glorious truce.

Where the positions of fighters skilled,

and as intimate as lovers on the field.

Where the bruises of both are basked in,

Like moonlight on the beach soaked thru skin.

Lift my mind to possibilities great,

To see whats in our capabilities fate.

Inspiration sweet muse to creep,

What we once sewn now indeed we reap.

Fruitful pages, Cascaded cruscendo's and flips,

wrapped in silken robes on our souls blood sips.