celtic temptation

Sweet nectar temptation

leaves its honey on my lips

and its caress in my heart

secret reminders of abandoned love

found in a tender kiss.

i want to taste your tears

as you taste mine.

i want to be there when your sorrow

transforms into joy.

harmonious joy

i want to tumble into our need full temptation

knowing its right and not mired in

the judgement of others.

is temptation merely the judgement of others?

how can sweet honey ever be anything but

pure love?

enamored love

captured in celtic mystery

how can this temptation be wrong?

tuatha de dannan....

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping

than you can understand.

~William Butler Yeats

Faeries exist in the shining heart of a candle flame

like this one, the mother of all faeries

They will catch your tearsouls

if you let them love you.

Tá an saol go hálainn, life is beautiful.... as you are always....x

a good mystery......

silence doesn't listen

when you're not around

it chatters in the lonely nightwind

misunderstood

forgotten

invisible howls in hot tears

achingly try to push

through the sound barrier

buffering

you

from me.

but silence is not listening

its alright........why?

because

i love a good mystery.......

wondering, puzzling.....guessing

while the silence echos back my pain

makes it more desirous.

i love the spice of distance

to feed my hungry fantasies

of ingesting your mystery

because..... /

in the end

silence will listen to the puzzle pieces

coming together

as they should....

as a riddle of love

hmmmm..........could this be considered effective thinking inside the box?