Decadence In The Dark…

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Twilight Moon

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I feel your gaze…a soft caress…
I see you between the pale light of the rising moon and deep shadows…
There and not there..
Waiting…
Come find me…
Dance this subtly surreal dance with me…
Decadence in the dark…
Let us stay in the hidden peripheral..
I, in the trance of twilight’s tempestuous temptation…
You, on the edge of everything and nothing…
There… not there…
Come find me…
Take my hand…
Rescue me…

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Edge of Peripheral…

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Peripheral

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I can almost see you
I know I don’t know you…
Simultaneously, I know everything about you…
You are in my dreams…
In my thoughts…
We meet there occasionally…
There is the known and unknown…
That magical seductive dance that ignites my imagination…
Recognition….
There you are…
Waiting for me…
On the edge of peripheral…

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Sir Reality…

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He whispers through my dreams….

He paints pictures of future happiness and joy…

He molds each new vision carefully to show me just enough to elicit hope…

Never enough for illumination….

He whispers…”The time has come sweet child…you must gather your past pieces and pack them up…store them in your heart and your soul….

for now it is time for the beginning of the next chapter of your life.”

He takes my hand in his…warm and secure…

walking confidently to the future…

I feel comforted by his presence…his words….his guidance…I am not afraid.

We stop walking…..

I turn to him and look into his eyes questioningly…”Are we here?”

He answers softly…”Yes .”

He kisses my hand, releases it and begins to walk away.

“Wait…”

The fear of the unknown bearing down on me suddenly….

”What am I supposed to do now?”

He smiles a knowing smile which inconceivably puts me at ease once more.

“Now my sweet child…

You’ve left the past in the past….this is your future…go…live it….

shine brightly for you are loved.”

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Symphony…

(In a dream)

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She closes her eyes to watch the parade of allemande memories dance

through her mind…as if choreographed…

Only these memories are of him…and her…desire mixed with love…

creating a symphony out of each detail of their time together…

His eyes imprinted in her mind…

so full of adoration and his love for her…

His touch forever fixed as an indelible mark upon her senses…

heightening them with only a thought…

His voice the song in her heart…

soothing while caressing her with each word… such sweet elegance…

This dance of love keeping synchronous rhythm…

 Every step…every breath…every heartbeat shared….

Building the chorus of their song…

keeping time…once elusive…now at their leisure…

Each memory adds to the one before…

As it is being composed with each new moment…

adding to its crescendo…

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October Rose…

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She sat staring remembering the beginning…
When the darkness enveloped her…
the darkness that permeated her everything…

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Every moment…began to get brighter…
Slow and steady the light shone through…
Fought its way to her…

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She tried to hide from it

complacent in the comfort in the deep black of her memory…
The light…

Finding its way through…started to brighten her world…

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It was foreign to her…
She had forgotten what it felt like…

Warmth on her face…

surrounding her in its embrace…in its beauty…
One ray of light…then another…
Another and another…

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Soon she could see again…
She saw smiles…
She felt the warmth of friendship…
She was inundated by the light…
She welcomed it finding new comfort here in its golden hues…
She sat staring…remembering when it dawned on her…
She knew…
It was the October Rose…

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Unspoken…

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A question reveals itself in your eyes…

Reflections in spirit…

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Words of knowledge, wisdom, advice…

Silly banter…

Unknown effect…

Words of comfort, healing, concern…

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Known is the inability to explore…

It is unreachable…unattainable…

Strengthening allure…

Words like a balm soothe the sadness deep inside the soul…

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A question is asked…

In between the words giving the answer

resides all that is wanted to be said but cannot be…

Unattainable…unreachable…

As it was…

As it must all ways be…

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Everything desperately wanting to be said

must remain unspoken…

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In A Moment….

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In A Moment…

 You can laugh…

You can cry….

You can behold the most beautiful things…

You can have your breath taken away…

You can experience excruciating agony…

You can cry tears of joy…

You can be given devastating news..

You can smile…

You can create unforgettable memories…

You can fall in love…

You can brighten someones day…

You can give your heart away…

You can walk away from love…

You can break a heart…

You can mend a heart…

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All this and more you can do in a moment…

Cherish every moment…

 For it’s not how much time you have…

It’s the moments you fill it with…

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Enigma…

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There on a path to future lies converging trails…

One reminds me of better days long gone…

One leads to the promise of future…

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I sit…think…ponder…

Why does one necessarily negate the other?

Conflicted confusion…

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The future is hope, risk, love, heartbreak, having, losing…

As is life in all of its ups, downs and all arounds…

Tumultuous emotions wash over me as I wonder which path…

All the while knowing, as I always have, that life moves in one direction…

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I cry silent hidden tears as the truth permeates me…

Time moves in one direction…

Always to the future…

Never to past…

I know this and yet…

It feels as though letting go of the past means it truly is gone…

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Two paths converge into one…

I know I must take the one to the future, because that is the way of life…

Always moving forward despite anyone or anything…

Time is an enigma which marches on irreverent of feeling…

Void of thought or emotion…

We choose to move with it or forever be trapped in the loneliness of the black void…

I will no longer be trapped in the void…

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Sweet encouraging voices beckon me to life, irregardless of the risk I know it brings…

I follow time’s path because of hope that will wash away melancholy…

I take the leap of faith..

Knowing only one thing for sure…

Time marches ever forward and now I am its companion…

One step…

Here I go…

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Intoxicating Inception…

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As if from nowhere…

Suddenly you were there…

You knew me, better than I knew myself…

I recognized you even though you were unknown…

Intoxicating inception…

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Soft sensuous whispers of promising adventures to come…

Laughter…joy…peace…trust…

Excited anticipation to know and be known again…

Seduction by words…

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Reality comes crashing in…

Doubt…fear…uncertainty…

This can not be real…

You are my imagination’s foolish figment…

I realize the truth…

You can not be here….

This can not be real…

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The mind rationalizes the irrational, to protect itself…

Dichotomy in a dream…

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Dare I risk tempestuous temptation?

What if…

A whole plethora of what if’s…

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If I want to live…

If I want to truly experience life…

Then I must accept the terrifying risk…

That when I awake from this desirous dream…

You…disappear…

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Undone…

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Procession of emotions…

Steady succession of thoughts, so rapid they are unfathomable…

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My mind begs surrender to illusion of peace.

Longing for tranquillity of thought creating serenity in my soul.

Momentary glimpses of how the scattered pieces will join together.

One by one a blurry picture of future is forged.

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The quest for answers takes me down the path of distraction…

Unexpected knowledge…

New pieces always adding to the potpourri of thought…

Mirage of the new world.

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Conflicted confusion invades serenity…

Discovered distraction surrounds me…where does it dwell?

More illusion or just a dream within a dream?

Did I unknowingly discover these new pieces?

Adding to the journey of solution…

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I close my eyes and ponder…

Trying to find answers…

They are not forthcoming…

Purposely hidden from me…

Faux reality…

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Surreal scenarios leave me aching for illumination…

Conflicted distraction my new companion.

The very lens through which I see myself.

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Tonight…

I am undone…

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