UNHEARD

unheard

She had the voice of an angel
  able to command the clouds with melodies
composed in other galaxies
...but it was only the butterflies who ever heard her sing

The wolf lay tame at her feet
for he too had the ability
to hear frequencies
that no other could perceive


She kisses him gently on the nose
his beautiful bushy tail not sure whether to
wave up high
Or curl under in sweet surrender


(c)tp 5th August 2015

DIAMOND LIGHT

DIAMOND LIGHT

How can a tear sparkle like a diamond in the absence of light?

The wind chill was all she had left to preserve her honor,

her beauty

enveloped in a cryogenic tomb

left her suspended under the moon

A lone red rose in full bloom

sending her love out to him,

encapsulated in an ethereal aroma

which permeates the midnight winter air.

She used to be able to tell time with precision

through the constant of sidereal visions

But she couldn’t remember when last
his beautiful face she did envision

Long days turned into lonely nights

as their communications had dwindled

made possible only

with transmition of ultrasonic telemetry

she was scared that time was running out…

for it is time that gives our existence legitimacy

She gave up hope in ever seeing his face.

...the longing was just too great

her thoughts, continually lost in space

her days were numbered.

The Misty rose shed her very last tear that night…

As the morning rays emerge over the New Horizon

she looks behind one last time

...a final glimpse into the dark

On the stroke of the 11^th hour

that beautiful lonely flower

sees the sign she had been searching for…

there, inscribed on his frigid Plutonian scarp

A heart

illuminated by that first ray

of light

sent all those years ago

it had finally reached him

She smiles, knowing

there is a conclusion to this undying love story

Diamond ice

Diamond light

Light of my life

Their love will remain suspended forever in time

(c) teresa/divinia 20th July 2015
top rose picture taken by me
bottom picture taken by Nasa's New Horizon
first pictures of Pluto


The line  
"for it is time that gives our existence legitimacy"
is something I heard said in the Movie LUCY

LIVING IN THE SUNSET

LIVING IN THE SUNSET

There is something  sublimely beautiful

Yet equally tormenting

when surrendering the senses to a sunset

Never quite knowing the colours that will emerge

I watch as you slowly unfold,

to make visible, the palate of possibility

much like the as yet

unexpressed

words of a lover who holds his feelings tight

for fear of not being able to fully immerse

within impassioned longing

…it’s all too fleeting

Leaving me to wonder…will I ever capture this feeling again?

Time continues to drift by, while the burning inside

Remains unaffected by the suns transient complacency

I must once again somehow subside

the need for desirous attainment

only to re-emerge, to yet another unpromising day

No matter how tantalizing the feeling

it all just loses it’s meaning

when I realize

I can never actually live inside the sunset

I stopped looking at those sunsets long ago

for they stirred such futility within my soul

a daily reminder that Im still living in this bleak hole

and that even the most beautiful promises

are often nothing more than mere allurement

I turn away, only to have the stars emerge

and remind me that I can not…

nor will I ever be able

to get you

completely out of my mind.

© Teresa/Divinia 12^th June 2015