A Dream for Real….

This dream I had, was so incredibly real.

Just like hours before, your embrace I did feel.

You wondered why you feel,

the way that you do about me.

As usual, the answer,

was plain to see.

You told me you had,

such a strong urge to kiss.

We can no longer wait,

to unleash the passion we miss.

I awoke to realize,

it was all in my mind.

Your familiar expression,

was not here for me to find.

A dream or not,

this happened for real.

I guess it’s a reminder,

of all the things for you I feel.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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Thankful For You…

I wonder if you ever consider in your thinking,

that you are certainly not alone.

I share your worries, fears, and doubts,

we’re only human and that makes us prone.

Prone to the wicked ways of others,

that can be cruel and lacking of care.

The best part about having you in my life,

is that I can lean on you and share.

I hope that you feel the same kind of bond,

that seems to be making us stronger.

The more I look at your handsome face,

I want you to be around longer.

I don’t even think that you realize,

the redeeming qualities that you possess.

When I’m in your arms, I feel so protected,

while basking in the warmth of your caress.

A caress so genuine to the touch,

that it has to come from your heart.

When you leave my side, I can still feel you,

but I do hate when we have to part.

So truthfully, I just want you to know,

I’m so glad that you came my way.

How much do you really mean to me?

I don’t know if words could ever say!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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Hopes and Dreams….

Floating wishes and crystal dreams,

illuminated by the earth’s moonbeams.

The bigger the hope, the brighter the gleam

A dream weaver’s desires, remain supreme.

With a deep inhale, hope is set in motion,

a special blend of the passionate potion.

Every new breath is carefully collected

in a bubble-like shell, so delicately protected.

A slow exhale puts it all in perspective,

singular thinking and introspective.

Some dreams are big and others small,

never ceasing to amaze and enthrall.

Dreams represent the human condition

while blossoming into the liveliest fruition,

For what one dreams is who they are,

the best intentions will raise the bar.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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A Quiet Exit…

 

Maya Angelou walked away,

from the world today,

leaving behind a magnificent legacy.

She no doubt left her footprints

deep within the earth’s surface.

If you look closely, you can still see them

outlined in the fresh moistened soil,

as if she had just walked there.

But her footprints gradually became lighter,

until slowly they began to fade

as she neared her exit.

Her footsteps soon disappeared

as she crossed over to the other side,

where the grass is greener,

a new audience awaits,

for the wisdom she will surely bring,

and to find out too why the caged bird sings!

Rest in peace great lady…

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Terracotta Dreams

 

In the depth of slumber,

terracotta dreams flow silently into existence.

Aburst with a brilliance that burns slowly,

and without mercy, quietly and relentlessly.

Etching its presence deep within the recesses of the mind.

A smoldering reminder of the fine line

that exists between the conscience and sub-conscience.

Magnificent terracotta colors

seer their way through, blazing a fiery pathway

that leads deeper into this temporary place,

that only exists while asleep.

To awaken, risks disturbing

the unique tranquility of this colorful space.

The sweltering terracotta madness,

gathers one securely in its clutches.

An unsolicited hypnosis cloaked

in an undetectable disguise.

Terracotta dreams will overtake you,

the moment you close your eyes.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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Private Anguish…

How could anyone know the pain,

of my distressed and tortured mind?

The mental clutter carelessly strewn about.

Many regrets have I,

but there is no one else to blame.

A bad choice, cannot be taken back.

What’s done is done.

My mind can only ponder a choice

than cannot be reversed.

No matter how much I hope and wish

that things could go back

to times before the choice was made.

I am now left to bask in the worry

that is mine and mine alone.

Anguish is the visitor that I invited

to this private party ~ by ‘invitation’ only,

that which has been readily accepted.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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The Doors to My Heart

The doors to my heart swung open,

as I gladly welcomed you in.

How I longed for your companionship,

as I cas all caution to the wind.

At first things seemd so perfect,

you were everything I’d hoped for.

But then things took a turn for the worst,

a fact that could not be ignored.

The change took place so quickly.

I never saw it coming my way.

I could olnly stand there in disbelief,

in shock, not knowing what to say.

Of course, you didn’t see it like this,

even said I was way off base.

But this pain is real and my heart does hurt,

I think we both need some space.

This time apart, we should use wisely,

and examine how we really feel.

Then we can make a joint decision,

if what we feel is real.

So for now, I’ll close the doors to my heart,

as I give it a much needed rest.

The choices that I make in the future,

for me will be the best.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall