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A Week of You


One moment is stuck ‘tween my mind and my heart.

Through the plains of the days that would keep us apart,

It wandered with motions unbounded by sight, 

For no truth had it found after leaving your light.


Hot frost on your lips in a break from the freeze.

That memory stands still unflung by the breeze

Of a thousand old winters and ancientry’s rime.

That kiss I’ll recall through the vastness of time.


 It could be the hour that’s loosing these thoughts

Or the leftover lees of a legion of shots.

But I’ve drunk not a drop, and still shall I warn

That what’s said after midnight maintains in the morn.


So listen with all that you’re willing to give,

For these lines I recite are the lyrics I live.

This chance of enchantment impels me to pray

For an omen from you that could tell me to stay.



Daughter of Pearl

You’re a pearl that’s aflame, and the moment you came

Sent the whole of my soul in a whirl.

At the edge of the sea in a garden of glee

That’s untouched by the turbulent swirl

Of the waves’ ancient haze, you capture my gaze

And draw me anon to your side.

Unbound by the ground on a throne of the sound

Of wisdom not burdened by pride,

You reside in a state of favourable fate

And enchant your exalted demesne.

Bring me in from the cold and into the hold

Of the blessed embrace of your reign.


Your presence pervades the expanse of the glades

That surround your palatial abode.

Every point on your isle you anoint with your smile.

You’re the reason I restlessly rode

Through the nights and their skies in the search for the eyes

That might deem in my dreams to meet mine.

Having had just a taste of the glory that graced

My mind in oneiric design,

I ask for the boon if it won’t seem too soon

Of a word that would say that I’m right

For unleashing my heart like a storm from the start

Of a love of indelible light.

Depth of Descent

I fail to recall the time of my fall,

But the depth of descent is assured.

The grace of your gaze through a strawberry haze

Gave a shock as it left me allured.

Your entrance was hushed, but its subtlety crushed

Every hope that I had of escape.

My heart was laid bare by the braid of your hair

And the slender design of its shape.

Your crystalline gleam on the edge of my dream

Gives a shimmering sharpness to sleep.

By your voice's embrace, I'm awoken apace,

And I know that I've fallen too deep.

Copyright © 2011, Jaymes Buckman and David Aaron Cohen. All rights reserved. In a good way.