Surrender

Love is tender,

When it’s true,

Love surrender,

Me to you,

Lift this shroud which binds my soul,

Grant me serenity,

A Conscious flow,

Let my words flow true to tone,

Nothing left here but bare bone,

Every sense is taut with hope,

Yet,

Apprehension rules this boat,

Skepticism’s tendrils hold,

Rooted deep within my fold,

Past transgressions left their mark,

Seated high,

Upon this heart,

Time can heal all wounds it’s told,

Hazy is this fortune’s mold,

This my heart, it

Beats so strong,

Rhythms caught up,
In each storm,

Lay in wait,

For just one more,

Taste of that which,
sets my soul,

Adrift,

On fire,

Burning through,

Wanting more,

Of what you do.

Copyright ©  August 30^th, 2011  C. S. Walls

Revelations

Grey skies bloom thunderstorms

Washing away the slightest sigh

Thoughts wander

Wishes flounder

Laughter mocks the truest hour

Righteous is the hungered flower

Born to lie

Fixed

Within the habitual fields of 

Lies 

and 

complacency

none the wiser 

for all see only the illusion of

this dismal shell, that once was

but

can never Be again…

Copyright © August 29, 2011 C. S. Walls

Unconditional Love

The truest love is pure as snow

lost to those who do not know

what to say or how to show

the love they feel

deep down inside

instead they hide and let it go

seeking shelter 

from 

who knows

to have that bond, the one that binds

two souls together for all time

without the want

or need for more 

than uncorrupted, pure amore’

Copyright © August 29^th, 2011  C. S. Walls

Passion's Demise

Sitting alone I look out into the dark night sky

Seeing all the wondrous beauty that shines from above

Nothing compares

Silence just stares

Loneliness seeps in like the cold hand of death himself

Weeping inside for passionate advances ignored

Longing for the tender touch of passions embrace

Left wanting

Waiting for the moment

When

Maybe

In this moment will the stars shine for me

Will I have my moment to bask in the sun

I have known passion that reaches

Higher than any mountain

I am a sensual woman,

Touch is my trigger

Be it a subtle brush of fingers 

Or

A gentle whisper in ones ear

What will it take to quench this thirst

What will it take to feed the beast that roars from within

Promises 

Long forgotten in the winds of time

Now the need bleeds through like cuts from a razor

Nothing can quench this thirst that builds

No one hears the silent cries

Or feels the heat that builds inside

Thrills that weave the way

To ventures beyond compare

Wasted

Left to fester in the land of dreams unrealized

Copyright © August 23, 2011 C. S. Walls