Michaela~
Byron Sully~
Heartsong~
Enthusiasm ~
Harvest Moon~
After Dusk~
Drifting Apart~
Hypocrites ~
Michaela
Byron Sully
So suddenly would arise. From
Heartsong
Enthusiasm
Harvest Moon
Two figures wander over soft grass
After Dusk
Seeps in through the walls. From the enthusiasm
Drifting Apart
But normal life is driving
How did I not see, not realize
I cannot breathe when I am
Hypocrites
But I don?t want to belong to a church where they
My ventures into the wilds of Colorado
Invested in me emotions that I had not know
Could be felt by my heart. The search for acceptance
Hastened when I realized the desperate need of these people,
All too pigheaded to come to me for help. When I finally
Earned their trust I found what my heart for so long been
Longing for. I discovered in my new neighbors friends
And family, all to love and who loved me in return.
Broken-hearted mountain man
Yearning for a new life without
Rolling waves of pain. Unexpected
Outcomes came from a new friendship
Never would he have thought love
Unparalleled worlds they came, but
Love allowed him to understand her
Loyalties and passions. He found
Yet uncharted land where love could grow.
Heaven-sent passions seized them, filling
Every touch, spurring wanted enthusiasm
Animating foreign sensations, exciting emotions
Relieving recent fear with each ensuing kiss
Together completely after being violently torn apart
Souls forever melded, the taste of sweet honey lingering
On her lips, the safety of his arms, calming words
Never ending. Running fingers through long tresses
Gentle voice whispers ?You are my heartsong.?
Every time I see her smile. Or her hand
Nears mine. When I run my fingers
Through her gorgeous hair. Creating
Heats never reached before, our bodies
Under the sheet, entwined. Heaven whispers
Softy her sweet words of love. No longer timid
Inside, no longer afraid. Our hearts excitedly
Ask and our bodies willingly answer. Forever
Shall we dance together in our perfect world,
Making our enthusiasm appreciated.
Harvest moon on royal blue blanket
Willow trees, dancing in the wind
Shadows of limbs entwined
Fingers through flowing locks
A gentle breeze, a coyote?s howl
Loving whispers, breathless gasps
Now forest green willow trees fade
Into royal blue beginnings
Then passion erupts once more
A soft breeze whispered through the trees. Romance
Growing, the sky slowly darkens. Soft heart songs
Sung by nightingales fill the crisp air. Sweet unity
Of sun and hills of stars and moon. God-like devotion
Brings a perfect close to the day. Soon enthusiasm
Of the day to that of the night, gentle romance
Buds. Through the veins of two figures, devotion
Runs, keeping them bound to no other. Love
Dwells deep within them, to the core. Unity
Forever unbreakable. Palpitating hearts songs.
My ocean was harsh and threatening
His seemed so calm, almost dull.
The waves kept trying to pull
Me under. I felt I had lost
My soul. His presence ended
The storm within. Together
We could lead a peaceful
Life. I could just be normal.
Me crazy. I love all that
He has given me but what
Has been taken away in the process?
I love my daughter dearly
But I am not here to be
A housewife. My spirit
Is too free to be chained inside.
That we were drifting apart?
Caught up in the feelings new
Freedom gave me. I didn?t
Notice it slowly fading away.
I feel all alone and trapped.
The one who should have made
My troubles disappear is drowning me.
Around him. I can?t make him
Understand. He won?t admit he
Wants to control me. I love
Him but won?t share his bed.
When did our oceans drift us away?
Church steeple rising taller and more beautiful
Than any other building. I yearn to belong,
To find acceptance within those walls, to look up
And see those friendly faces, whose hearts love all men.
Stepping inside for the first time last Sunday morn
I felt proud, like I belonged. I had found my home.
Let a man lay dying while they sit there reading
Their Bibles. The words on the page tell them how to
Act, how to treat their fellow man. The words read and
Preached do not match the actions. Love your neighbor
Is only a phrase, something they say-Hypocrites.