Cinda

From the Infinite Lucidity CD

I ImaginedI

imagined once,

life was lying in the sweet grass,

collecting clouds for new images,

I could create.

I imagined once,

life was a locomotive,

racing down the tracks,

flattening pennies

and I the engineer

with no destination.

I imagined once,

life was lights, music and dancing.

I was not just a mere spectator

until I opened my eyes,

to the cold hard truth.

I imagined once,

life was a two-way street.

I sped thru the stops

and left all those crashes

along side the road.

I imagined once,

motherhood was the greatest joy in life.

I miss my children now

and the grandchildren,

I never see.

I imagined once,

life was for the taking

and I did just that,

until I realized,

I gave nothing back.

Now,

I imagine only what,

could have been.

Elimination

I wish you love,
in hopes that you feel it from me atleast.

I wish you strength,
to concur apposing forces in your life.

I wish you vision,
to see the pain before it happens.

I wish you hope,
never give in ....never give up.

I wish you faith,
hold on to what is right...keep your doors open.

Last but not least,
I wish you peace.
Life was not meant to be painful...
only you can control that my dear.

And never forget...
your angels are watching out for you.
As am I.

Sharp Edges

             Here we are
         laughable in it's own sense.
           Into the sharp edge
             over the limit
             spent indeed.
          So close to the capture
          excluded from the truth.
            Ain't it sharp?
                It's
                so
               damn
               sharp!

Tread Softly

into this place
so fragile
tread softly

speak only in whispers
do not
trample harshly
on this heart

with a snap
of a finger
it could shatter

in a pool
rapid descent
no one to rescue

tread softly
into this place
so
fragile

Cotton and Rock

For Fern..I hope you have found peace...

The sky changed endlessly
and I liked that today.
Change is good for the spirit,
I always say.

People come and go,
like Oz...too fast.
Some soft as cotton,
but they never last.

Other's like a rock,
hard yet wise.
Or as a pebble,
smooth inside.

Cotton the fiber
hand made and soft.
Rock nature made,
strong and taut.

The sky changed endlessly,
and I like that...most days.
Change is good,
till the rock rolls away.

Listening

I am listening

to the sounds of you.

I hold only to

the dreams of you.

I am listening

to the heart of you.

I am awakened

by the sight of you.

I hear all

that you have to say.

I crumble

as you walk away.

I knew

you would never stay.

But I'm listening . . .

To Smell of Coconut

It comes so easy

into your thoughts

does it not?

The heavy breathing

the silken touches

the consoling after math of it all.

Sucking in the other

you mistook as me.

Too dam easy

so dam easy.

To smell of coconut

is all I wanted to be.

Now

when I'm done

I will let you know.

Unintentional Suicide

your back

i greet you with open arms

that last breath in you

i breathe

i'm holding on

don't let you take it away

again

not again

this suicide

you commit

don't go

my love for you

will give you life

in this unintentional suicide

Renoir'

Here the pallet lies so still.
    Each stoke in amazement of the muse.
           Waiting for life
             from you.
       Amber comes in the brilliance
         of a hair
           an eye lash
         a tear.
      Draperies are your canvas.
    Colors intertwining in the spectrum.
         Soft as sheep wool.
           I listen to....
       Two Girls At The Piano,
          feel the red velvet,
           think of you.

On The Nags Head

The winds scream upon the shore

with such an intensity

as to shriek out names.

Heard only in your mind

or out of rememberance

and lifts you up to greet them.

Sea foam licks the shore in reverse,

to tease the oats.

Gulls motionless flight in air.

Fighting.

Going nowhere.

Sand lying in shifty ripples,

crys out to the waters.

Liquids will not accept

the grit.

Nor will the wind release it's victim.

The gales will hold to this,

till the Nags's are here no more.

Dust On The Floor

There you lay

on top of it all.

The refuse you perceive to be your domain.

I am here

hovering just above you

in wait of what you endure.

We meet in mid-air

holding close to space given

blowing dust on the floor

Dead In The Water

I remember the last time.
the spray that caught me in total surprise
the salt water taste that lingered there
I recall the oceans tantrum
whipping my face
tangeling my hair
forcing me under
leaving me there
alone

I am dead in the water
without a bouy
too sail me away
keep me afloat

I reached for the ellusive hand
before the submersion
only to miss it by a moment
I can't replace

I float endlessly beneath the surf
still searching for the hand to
pull me from the depths

I drift but I feel you still
dead in the water
beside me
we intwine as seaweed
sinking further

forever under

there is love

Beautiful People

do you find it in you heart
to be true
the world revolves around beautiful people
like you

the waters part
skys become clear
all that is ugly
just disapears

you trample over others
demanding to be first
to all beneath you
unjustly cursed

what gives you the right
to be so superior
beauty comes from within
not your prefabed exterior

Ghost of You

In every murmur of the wind I hear your voice.

I feel your breath on my skin in the cool of the night.

I feel you next to me in everything I do.

In my every dream you are there.

In all whispers I call to you.

In my darkest times I touch your hand.

I feel your ghostly presence…

In every breath you take.

Copywrite @ cinda s. wilson 2004

Poetry From The Heart