Seed Of Love

Past poems talk of stars that softly fall into your arms.
Poets speak and sing of love as it hides under a dying Sun.
A beautiful woman calls to her man,
in the morning when the sea-salt passes through the sands.
The cold waves wash in feelings of warmth
as the rays from the North – deliver new hope.
We, men, seek out an angel, who can guide us into a moment of thought.
She smiles when all is harmonious because life didn’t go up in smoke.

Home with fresh food in the fridge;
bedrooms for the children to lay their head;
gardens filled with laughing voices,
dancing among the flower beds.

Through the universe and over the dark terrain,
a black hole, enjoys, pulling love within.
A new lush planet awaits DNA that’s encrusted
into a meteorite from a trillion miles away.

The seed from a rock creates an old life,
but this time into a different life.

We have grown into love and found each other in a time of stuff,
but our observable universe wants us to explore
beyond the playground that opens up the terrain.

Home with fresh food in the fridge;
bedrooms for the children to lay their head;
gardens filled with laughing voices,
dancing among the flower beds.

Life is the seed, spread across space;
it waits for a moment that fills us will grace.

I’ve witnessed love destroy a nation and delude an entire civilisation.
Love is built from layers of gratification,
but lives on, in the end, to become simply amazing.

Love is a giver and a taker;
it balances life out and offers peace to its maker.
The seed of life is in the love of the beholder,
talking to you from the voice on your shoulder.

The love in these words seems too long;
will you remember the message,
in a world that wants you to learn?

Home with fresh food in the fridge;
bedrooms for the children to lay their head;
gardens filled with laughing voices,
dancing among the flower beds.

We walk and talk now, beyond the evening sand dunes.
The children run, skip and hide
before their feet tire from the afternoon.
Daddy offers shoulder carries,
and mummy laughs when they smile with pride.

The days are short in the winter months,
but we always put the fire on.
The summer months are packed with joy,
especially when the warm Sun skims the orange horizon.

From the stardust that fills our bones,
to the layers of consciousness that serves our own;
the seed of life plays with our tones.
Can you feel the concern between your frown?

Love poems from the universe arose
and made people feel beyond the twinkle of Callisto.

Home with fresh food in the fridge;
bedrooms for the children to lay their head;
gardens filled with laughing voices,
dancing among the flower beds.

Boys turned into men, girls transformed into a beautiful flame.
The decades pass from time on Earth to change the delicate human form;
which brings us to a day, we see, and feel reborn.
Night skies never get old; the sunrise puts out the cold;
colour from the meadow feeds you with warmth.
Did you see the black cat survive the white storm?

These words want to sink deep into your soul;
feel the edges of letters – slice through your mind,
letting lucid particles unravel into this world.
Take a tour through space-time,
on a spaceship that can take you to the edges of the galaxy.
Love awaits you in the form of thought
which puts this hour beyond everything taught.

Home is where we can be ourselves;
bedrooms filled with translucent imagination;
gardens seek the seed of life,
waiting with anticipation.

Love can be hard to find, even when you see it –
right in front of your eyes.
Love waits for you to get it right,
and smiles in the future before you arrive.
Love is one of a kind, with you, and the one chosen –
to make it a surprise.
Love is the bond from a supernova,
shining out into an exquisite explosion.

Don’t worry my friend, a person who you’ll never meet,
on a passage built by mortals from Magellanic Clouds.
Our thoughts combine into a glass of red wine
which is rich in organic wonder.
Resonate with my frequency and tell a story about the seeds of love;
from a pink pond that’s hidden through people that call them folk.

Home is where we can be ourselves;
bedrooms filled with translucent imagination;
gardens seek the seed of life,
waiting with anticipation.

She doesn’t know herself
but feels free when she’s away from home.
She looks for a man who can compose a conversation,
making her tickle in a moment of hold.
The vibrations from his voice – enter her listening –
and dilates her pupils into a glistening;
for She and He have created a connection
telling a story that doesn’t want to be told.

One moment can lead to a lifetime of devotion,
memories, stories and a sense of emotion.
Upload your ideation;
transform your thoughts into rationalization.
Become the person that wants to be loved;
into a universe born from the allurement of stardust.

Home is where we can be ourselves;
bedrooms filled with translucent imagination;
gardens seek the seed of life,
waiting with anticipation.
Home with fresh food in the fridge;
bedrooms for the children to lay their head;
gardens filled with laughing voices,
dancing among the flower beds.