Writer's Lyre
Renae Brabham
Veins of ink, soul bared
Portals open everywhere
Her thoughts to pen, The writer's lyre
Primal dancing next to fire
Spinning lyrical, papyrus stage
You feel her joy, you taste her rage
Her paper there, an open vent
her thoughts, her feelings yet unspent
You think you know her? She knows you too
You think she writes those words of you
She writes her emotions, drawn to surface
Burning, smoldering in every souls furnace
Those guarded, locked with hidden key
The stylus, murdered privacy
The Ray, Renae Brabham
Oh,what pleasure
I do see
Gazing through the pane at me
A single ray, a warm display
A blast of sunshine
Tailor made
I watch a cat
Who tries to snatch it
He's not alone
to want to fetch it
It can't be circumferenced
as much as we want it
It's on borrowed time
but for the moment...
The Gift, Renae Brabham
A gift bestowed into our soul
of which we cannot touch or hold
Sometimes we search
but cannot see
The Christ blown kiss
bequeathed in thee
Dragonfly Dancers, Renae Brabham
Capricious Notions
My desire
Whimsy strummed by
Heartstrings lyre
Common Darners
Flight of Fancy
Helicopter my romancing
Courier's, their wings drum out
crypted message whispers
from clothesline poles in to the souls
Love's evening, tranquil vespers
Telepathing timid tales of love forlorn
a heart that's bound and gated
Wings that beat against the bars
Could it be persuaded
~Dusk~ Renae Brabham
I hear the sound of dusk as it falls
The dove's last cry, to end it all
The heaviness of the twilight dew
The eyes of rabbits on their chew
I think not of dusk in a dampering way
Rejuvenation for morrow's day
The sun will rise
The dew askew
Bent grass will give it's thanks to you
And I the same will morning see
The blessings you have given me
~The Dream~ Renae Brabham
Am I really here?
Do I dare believe?
That what my eyes behold
is real or fantasy?
I lay in fields of Amber
The sun upon my face
My breast exposed to a setting sun
Responsibility, no trace
No recollection of transgressions
No aging bones I feel
Tranquility and peace abound
Worry, there is nil
The mountains jet their dignity
The oceans to my right
The sun and moon and stars together,
Dance to my delight
A rainbow in the distance
reveals a pot of gold
The ocean unearths treasures
too worth to behold
"Look at what I see!"
I yell with outstretched hands
My voice returns to me alone
It echo's through the land
Alone I am, cloud encircled
No one to share my wonder
Then through the mist, I see you
In sleep so deep, encumbered
Our marriage bed, I see it now
I want you here, but don't know how
I have the chance to join the sun
To count the pot of gold
To hear the stories mountains tell
To ride the horses bold
"I'm naught if I have no one!"
My voice screams from jagged cliff's
Casting gathered pearls aside
I free fall through the mist
