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Here you will find poems and stories from the heart. Loving, tragic, kind, angry, and all inspired by life. They were written by DaVinci over the years.
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My Soul Beloved
Peace and Love, DaVinci
My soul beloved, my faithful heart,
you still attend my dreams,
both day and night, ‘neath sun or stars,
an everlasting light it seems.
I hold my pillow close, I bring you near,
in pre-dawn hours, through restless sleep,
the embers of desire, the lingering touch,
against the years and ‘cross the miles I keep.
The sands of time run slowly in those thoughts,
sifting through the midnight hourglass,
slowed by force of will and lasting love,
the time it takes for time to pass.
My senses reach, beyond the busy days,
to hold the heart I knew so closely then,
liberated from the bonds of time,
this planet spinning on it’s axis without end.
Our touch so brief, unnoticed by the centuries,
my heart cried out, without a sound,
for me to make those moments last forever,
to banish reason and to hold the love I’d found.
‘Tis night, I breathe in measured rhythm,
turn back the clock, bring past to present day.
First one look, a long remembered smile,
your glance, your touch, the things you’d say.
Restoring all those fleeting hopes,
preserving for an unknown heir,
(another man, a place within my heart of hearts),
where all the dreams I’ve ever dreamt, have, at least, a prayer.
The promise of those times have left a hidden inspiration,
that such hope does exist in life, in you, in me.
That kind of love has spread it’s wings,
touched ground with us and shared it’s victory.
There is, indeed, a meeting place,
of sweet sensations, blessed, warm and true,
where love is not just legend,
for once, we proved it, me and you.
And in some way, I rest assured, somewhere
‘tween dreams and truth, ‘tween stars and stone,
between an angel born of hope, captured in a crystal case,
and a living, breathing soul I share with you and you alone.
Unlike the fire burning down as evening turns to night,
no matter, for how long we’ve been apart,
as endless hours go on and on,
the flame of love still burns within my heart.
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