Cataclysms Silent

♥

Just waiting for my camera batteries to charge up so I have plenty of 'ammo' to get some images later this evening (when it cools off a bit.) Have a fun little trip planned this weekend, but I will keep the details secret to avoid spoiling the suprise.

Here are some random pictures from earlier today of my dear running around and being her crazy little self. I made it into a collage and it now resides as my new desktop. :)

clickie for bigger.

And here is a poem from the poetry section of this blog. I have not shared it on a blog post yet, so I thought I might today :).

D u l c e t 

So soft.
The waves, the expression on your face
I hear you calling
you are the dulcet to my ears.

So far.
I wander, oblivious to the shadows
you light reflects on to me
you are the starlight to my eyes.

A kiss.
by sunshine, genteel and honeyed
your sweetness is contagious
you are the the love of my life.

You turn,
cataclysms silent, sirens into whispers
I hear you breathing
you are the dulcet to my ears.

♥

Summer's Standing Still

Summer's standing still,
a smile on her face.
 *
The quiet is like thunder
when there is nothing left to say.
*
Weeds might tell the wind,
to whisper and to blow.
*
So hold tightly to your string
or just give in and let it go.
*
Summer's hands are empty,
streets stick heavy with the heat.
*
The Sun lies in the shade
in the valley, behind the trees.
*
The ground will choke with seeds
as limbs will laugh for joy.
*
Spreading out their leaves
in the rays to feel the blow.
*
Storms are looming over,
ready for the chance to quake.
*
Blue skies will crack open
as white clouds are soaked in gray.
*
But Summer is quite smitten with
the game that they will play.
*
Hiding in the little girl
with a smile on her face.

For the Kisses

 I don't have much to add today. Only a silly, corny poem I just made up this second:

For the Kisses

I do it for the kisses, 

I do it for the hugs.

I even do it for the messes

you make upon my rug.

I do it for the hand to hold

and the eyes that gaze so true.

I love being a mommy

and I do it for you.

I do it for your messy hair

when you first wake up.

I do it for the food you pretend to eat

...only to spit up.

I do it for your sleeping face

and the laugh that gets me through.

I love being a mommy

and I do it for you.

Behind the Fangs

Just felt today, like explaining the reason for the name of this blog. It stems from a dream. I dream I had while about 7 months pregnant when little Illusia was still in the soft darkness of my womb. In this dream of haze and incandescent, colorful images I saw as clear as day my baby as a beautiful faerie with clear blue eyes, chestnut hair and stunning blue wings.

 - a piece of digital artwork (photmanip) based on my dream.

She turned and smiled sweetly to me and she had two perfect, pointed little fangs like a vampire. Then I woke up. For being 'unreal' the dream was like the polished glass of a mirror and I can still picture her exactly as I saw her. 

I think she becomes more and more like that dream everyday. Both literally and figuratively. Her eyes have gotten lighter and more blue since birth and they are like the ocean, endless. I can look into her eyes forever and still see new speckles of color or radiant light that I had overlooked before. Now, she is even growing in her own fangs (canine teeth.)

Personality wise, she reminds me daily of the name of this blog. On one side she is spunky, fiesty and a big ham. On the other she is so sweet, sensitive, delicate and full of wonder. One might say magical.


I am just so happy she is in my life.

♥

Woolgatherer

She dreams of fire
and obsidian nights,

Blue cinder eyelashes
and kaleidescope eyes.


A walk through a stone path

A roll in the mirth's grass

And underneath petals she hides


She flutters softly inside me
like tragedienne wings,

Making all of the cosmos
an insignificant thing.


Her sonants through bluebells

a mesmerism she stirs well

her stars made of feathers to fly.

 - a poem I wrote that is also based on my dream.