Reverie by Caroline Tiss

Reverie by Caroline Tiss

I used to look into your eyes
And they would call my name
Now I'm left lonely
Singing in the rain
A lonesome tune
A melody
Wandering on, in pain
I used to wish you would come back to me
Sail the sea of Saturn's rings
Just to see my face
But I won't call into the dark any longer
I won't ring the chapel bell
Just to see your grace
I am at peace with your choice
I have my happiness
Though some days
I am reminded of when you used to keep me warm by candlelight
On an autumn day
But I don't need you anymore
Though I love you still
I now sing beneath the Willow trees
And I think I always will.

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Grace by Caroline Tiss

Grace I remember grace, Like the wind at my back, nightly, She is the serendipity, She is the cure, I allow the silence to wash over me without resistance, Never have I touched the first snow's powder, But like Grace the winter returns, The snow is as white as a pale lily, It makes me want to gaze in awe at the night, The serenity is that of a cathedral, Snowflakes fall upon my eyelids and frost the world with a silver sheen. Grace is like the snow.

Venusian Myths - Caroline Tiss

Venusian Myths Beauty is not true, Beauty is not definable, To be aware of symmetry and color is all that you need, You can bejewel the night sky as Nyx has done, and the sight is astonishing, As long as the sun and moon shall endure in perfect peace and harmony, So shall the world reflect the sentiments of tranquility, Beauty is in the wild unknown.

Am I Late? - poem by Caroline Tiss

Am I late? I enjoy you, I enjoy the waves which beckon me, I call them as they call to me, like you call to me. Late to the party too often lately, You tell me I have always been intoxicating, Perhaps consuming much like the swarming, It is a subtle fear, tears bellow. And you go on like the overture of a cello. I stop you to say, "we feel like lovers." I know that it's not really worth it to leap from anything deeper I have learned what I had to believe me, But we feel like lovers, And I know that it's selfish, I know I am headed straight for the pit, let them eat my bones to carry on the tune, You bright eyed alchemist, your magnificence echos to me in the chambers of memories of songs. We feel like Lovers. How can I hold back? What is pride if not my honor? The paint will fade anyway but give me a golden chance I just know that I would break it.

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