Pilgrim's Kiss

I'll bring you the stars cut out from my name

Place them in your palm as a pilgrim's kiss 

Pick every weed from where your dreaming eyes journey 

Heal you of every false fear that penetrates your skin 

I will rebuild the ruins that seize  victory under the soles of your feet 

If I have to lay myself down on the lowly ground, 

To catch your weary mind from crumbling, no hesitation will restrain 

There's nothing that can separate my heart from where you are  

Over the wilted flowers of time and the shadows in the darkened sea

In all the distance and want I will wait wrapped in linens of mercy 

#redcoatepoetry 

imagine us there::paris

From the hanging blushing lights of the Parisian cafe 

To the flambeau candles that cast effulgence on the walls inclosed in brick lay 

                            imagine us there 

Walking lightly over cobble stoned streets

Speaking in the verse of a famous line of Yeats 

     imagine us there 

Hands entwined, engulfed in silence,  soaking in the splendor of art 

Stepping into the history of ten thousand years, past remnants in architectural part  

                              imagine us there 

Tombstones of the conquered and beseeched, lovers and emperors 

Let my life be buried here in the soil, next to yours- the hand of a magical rebirth by a conjuror 

                    imagine us there 

Lay down with me in the streets of the Boulevard Montmartre and get lost under French skies 

After all, you are my conquest, I live off of the vigorous life line deep within the soul of your eyes 

Daydream

I stop, I sit, I daydream 

Adrift in a world that's sincere 

Dust floats with flecks of gold 

Truth untold, my tongue lay upon utterance 

If your ear were not deaf to hear

To encompass the longing in my pulse for what is real 

Would you be brave enough to wait with me there,

To endure with patience until the truth becomes clear?

Would you pour your words into glass,

Hold the life inside of me until the darkness has passed,

Pick every thorn from my flesh,

Kiss every wound that has been beaten into my chest?

I need the simple things re-born 

A childlike radiance to overcome 

This life is much too harsh

Unraveled, I've come undone 

My eyelids drop heavy in the dew of yesterday

Wipe off defeat from my olive skin

My mind is in need of a great win

So I stop, I sit, I daydream

Sleepwalking Shadows

Your love was a deep anchor of healing 

Pulling me down from the lonely white of sedentary ceiling 

Your touch broke the vault of my hardened chest 

You were a king of sorts, purified in a glow of the moon's adorning crest 

Sleepwalking shadows of our outline still line my head 

Your porcelain smile still awakens my dreamy mind from bed 

Sipping Sauvignon Blanc from your beckoning lips 

Under a blanket of sunset stretched upon mountainous tips 

There I laid every unselfish vow of love on your chest 

Laced your fingers with mine and gave you my best 

#originalpoetry #redcoatepoetry 

Scarlet Sin

I have falsified the files of my mind 

And fashioned the fibers of fantasy

 

Oh, how I pine for a place  

In a photograph shared with you 

My Hands are tied and confined 

But my heart is wide open 

The Outer depths of me darken  

Dulling out astounding gleam

Turn me brighter inside of your sky

Set fire to my turned down smile 

Your empire of charm is my dwelling 

Rebuild me stone by stone, be near 

I found strength in your healing words 

Far from me now in subdued silence 

I lay down across the keys of tombs

Waiting for an awakening kiss 

But still I remain like hidden gold 

In need of a lover to unearth 

In all the pieces and scars

I would take the chance 

To have you all over again 

To wear you as my scarlet sin 

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ink

I am the forgotten face in your journey 

The feather that flies away in a wreckage of flurry 

The silent traveler that seeks your skin

Always hunting, never atop a win 

You are the ink that bleeds from my pen 

While your hands hold another place of zen 

Church bells echo as an angel sings 

A chorus of delight to polish your wings 

Another moonlit flight without me

Mistaken, you mustn't be the beholder of the sea  

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Window Of A Dream

Lonely flight in a mass of sky.

World apart from the art of a life 

A cut out of flesh, a yoke 

Irreparably broken 

A journey that stirs on the wings of goodbye 

The tundra of loomed silence

Separation quilted in years of refrain 

No wisdom can make sense

No road could make clear of such child like adoration 

A blind threshold of wander lust 

A fever that never breaks 

The icy chord embodies the high twilight 

Persistent iocomotion to find that window of a dream

#originalPoetry #redcoatepoet