The Poem

Even before I am borne, I exist. If only in your imagination...waiting...till I am brought to life by your pen.

Random Thoughts...

I caught myself daydreaming today...once again living in our fantasy.



Do you know what's in my heart, my soul? Have you even read my poetry?



It stopped raining, so why is my head still in the clouds?

Midnight Memories

Hot breath that causes chills, a touch that burns
too short moments that stick in my memory
longing to hold for just a minute longer and freeze time in your embrace
wishing you here and not so far away
midnight memories.....

Until You

The words on the page stare back at me, cold and lifeless, just empty words on a piece of paper...
...until you.

Dear Reader,

As I turn through the pages of the past,
I see the loves that have come and gone.
And realize that I now occupy the last few pages of your life.
And I wonder, one day, many years from now when you read this.
Will I be one thats left pages far behind?

A Little Romance

A whisper in my ear, a touch to show you care, the way you greet me in the morn.
The things that make me feel so precious, from romance they are born.
I want to lose all track of time, wrapped in your embrace.
And while your sleeping softly gaze down upon your face.
And when the time comes, that we need part to deal with the mundane.
I'll think of you and you of me until we meet again.

Fallen Angel

Above the misty mountain lies,
where only noble eagles fly,
An angel with a broken wing,
who's given up on everything.
For while playing on a cloud,
she ran and stumbled on her shroud.

To the ground she began to fall,
and to heaven, she began to call.

But no one heard her muffled cry,
so on earth again, she waited to die.
An angel with a broken wing,
so very lost without her King.
~D

Metamorphasis

I felt like a grain of sand amidst all the others, lost in the crowd
Then I floated into your arms and you held me and showered me with forgiveness,
And when I emerged from the ocean of your love,
I found I was
a pearl.

Misplaced

Your words caught me off guard,
jumbled into poetic form and riddled with imagery.
The meaning was obvious.
Trying to hide behind the veil of iambic pentameter.
I saw through your fascade because you didn't know that I was a poet too.

Out of Touch

Whispers of you,
reminders of what could be.
You haunt my mind and
seduce my imagination.
Though you haven't realized,
your words evoked a passion deep within.
Now eager to feel your hot breath on my neck or
your burning touch that would set my flesh on fire.
Your pensive stare pierces my innermost thoughts
as though you can clearly read my mind.
Do you like what you see?