Sunlight Wanes

tired leaves twist seeking the splendour of the soil
within a tree's core a physical process beyond our ken

upon weathered body carved crevices sustain living realms
in which we will never travel

limbs unburdened by foliage delight in their freedom
ready now to support each snowflake layer by layer

nature leaves nothing to circumstance

- Paula Lietz

(featured in the poetry forum 12.05.11)

editor's note: Hmmm, tree rings, thickened bark; if we were trees... Selah! - mh

Centuries Lost

Pull me into the warmth of your arms where
I will be sequestered from life's frantic realities.
Soothe my soul with your breath upon my
open lips, tuck me within for but a moment,
protected from the sun's ever-consuming rays.

I am tired of free falling.

Hold me gently against your chest,
just let me lay and wearily rest
on the sand, the ever shifting sand.

Let me absorb the misplaced energy of
centuries spent as I inhale the vibration of you,
as spans of life times mingle and twist and
twine into and out of clandestine eras that
entangle in quantum's junction.

The knowledge that this…
is where I am to be,
as only a soul travelling aimlessly would perceive.

I have paid but one colossal fee ~
of centuries mislaid of you without me.

- Paula Lietz

(featured in the poetry forum 04.01.11)

Against My Skin

Like gentle kisses
rain fell upon my
upturned face.
I leaned forward
no will of my own.
You brushed back
my auburn hair, wet
against my skin.
I laid my cheek in
the palm of your hand.
I closed my eyes...
And breathed you in.

- Paula Dawn Lietz

(featured in the poetry forum 02.15.11)

The Edge Of Reception

At the edge of reception where
I know naught.
Sphere, realm, dimension.
Not fully in nor out.
Stretched between nanoseconds
Of here and there and now and then.
Mathematical matrix of
Quirks and quarks and myths and
Theories.
I dislike physics, but the science of
Matter and energy and their
Interactions make sense of this
Draw beyond my ken.
It taunts and flaunts spectacular
Galaxies as I travel amidst this
One star ruin.
Black holes beckon and I barely
Resist their temptation.
I am so in awe.
Quick! What is the definition of
Redemption as I teeter on the
Edge of reception.

- Paula Dawn Lietz

(featured in the poetry forum 07.04.10)

Stared Into Dawn

In my dream you dreamt
You felt the heat of me
Against the strength and
Shelter of you.
My tendrils swept within
The hues of your shadow
That sculptured our bodies
In intimate detail.
In my dream you dreamt
I touched you,
Your body arched with
Instinctive desire.
Bodies wanting more, yet
More was not enough.
No words needed in this
Primitive Feast.
No games. No rules. No decorum.
We lay tangled, spent.
He said, "you smile in your sleep."
Startled I pondered if he knew
Of the dream I dreamt of you.
I turned away and
Stared into Dawn.

- Paula Dawn Lietz

(featured in the poetry forum 01.05.10)