Each Night
Each night
he
comes
to my
window
unannounced,
~
watching
me
from
a
distance
through
starry
eyes.
~
Each night
in
all
his
splendor
~
cloaked
in
glowing
shades
of
dark
mystery,
~
I
sight
him
swaying
to
and
fro
masterfully
in the
evening
wind.
~
Each night
he
whispers
to
me;
deep
enchanting
words
I
feel,
yet
cannot
hear
~
for
his
language
is
unspoken,
and
his
charms,
of
another
world.
~
Each night
he
takes
my
breath
and
lifts
my
mortal
heart,
~
enveloping
me
fully
in
the
sphere
of
his
luminous
presence.
~
And
~
Each night,
before
he
goes,
he
kisses
me;
~
delivering
me
safely
~
to
slumber
~
where
~
I
know
~
now,
~
I
can
fly.
~
©Robyn Lee
Our Path
“Come now
my
love,”
~
you
softly
say;
~
I
close
my eyes;
~
I
slip
away.
~
“Walk
swift,
our path,”
~
your
whisper
pleads;
~
I
find
my
breath
~
concede
my
need.
~
You
mark
the trails
~
with
pines
of
gold;
~
You
guide
my
steps
~
whilst
truths
unfold;
~
Beneath
our
tree
~
I wait
for
you,
~
unearthing
dreams
~
we
never
knew.
~
©Robyn Lee
Just When You…
Just when you
believed
you
knew
~
the
beauty;
the
magic;
the
rapture;
of
our
brilliant
winter
sun
setting herself
over
the
eager
majestic
sea;
~
you
suddenly
realize
that,
in
essence,
~
you
know
~
nothing
at
all.
©Robyn Lee
Unfolding
You
wait
~
you
watch
~
you
wonder;
~
Patiently,
nurturing
~
caring
~
saturating
me
with
love;
~
And
slowly,
~
layer
by
layer
~
moment
by
moment
~
petal
by
petal;
~
I
open
~
I
reveal
~
I
expose;
~
Unfolding
gracefully
before
you;
~
Offering
my
raw
essence
~
in
all
its
flushed
complexities;
~
Amidst
intricate
creases
and
tender
curves;
~
Unmasking
hidden
facets
~
of
my truest
nature
~
and
the
most
delicate
mysteries;
~
Releasing
sensitive
sweet
aroma;
~
Deep
red
shades
of
~
beauty,
vibrancy
and
life;
~
Until
finally
I
bloom
~
fully
~
wholly;
~
And
you,
the
witness,
~
Find
a
joyous
place
~
in the
softest
perfect
center
of
me;
~
Knowing
that
tomorrow
~
it
may
not
be
ours
~
to
hold.
~
©Robyn Lee
Portals
Brilliant steel potentiality:
Calling me forth, like a
Magnetic portal to
A new place
and time;
Arched over blue expanse of
Liquid fire mystery;
Connecting
What is:
to what
can
be.
~
©Robyn Lee
~~~
Heartfelt thanks to guest photographer, my dear Aunt Renée who honored me by allowing me to feature her stunning image in my post today. I admired this new photo on her Facebook page earlier, and it inspired me to write the poetic verse above. She captured this beautiful shot in Astoria Park NY, beneath the 2 bridges pictured (Hell Gate Bridge and Triborough Bridge ).
I think a new hobby may be calling her forth ~ don’t you?!
Thank you Aunt Renée ~ I Love You
Possiblility
“The spark that propels us forward,
is ignited by the possibility of what may lie ahead.”
~ Robyn Lee
Fantasy
“Still round the corner there may wait, a new road or a secret gate.”
This image was captured late one afternoon when I ventured up an outdoor spiral staircase of a vacant home around the corner from mine…I was looking for Glinda and the Munchkins, but could not find them.
Much Love ~ RL
