CHRISTY HOLLAND

CHRISTY HOLLAND

~QUITE ANOTHER~

It's nothing you know

To spin the clay, on a potter's wheel

Feeling it turn and messing in the

supple texture to start

But another entirely,

To form, to birth, the beauty of art,

A magestic vase of some

supreme mantelpiece or great

foreign hall

It's nothing at all

to paint the moon and stars

on a virgin canvas

A stroke there, a dab here

But to paint the heavens

as though your eyes clear

to gaze at them for the first time

In forever

That's an endeavor

It's nothing to say 'I Love You'

Those three words spilling forth

from your moving lips

like succulent cherries and cream,

playing them like a dream

from the skillful hands of the

rarest harpist

But to dance, walk,

speak, talk,

like those words are with

no pretenses

Inherent with all five senses

That is the symphony of love

A treachery to seek

A treasure to keep

and one so

If let go

Will sink deep

And make the ocean's heart

Earn her keep

~KISMET~

From my head to my toe and forevermore

I shall love you like no one before

The day that we met I knew you

From another time

Perhaps an eternity

And you were mine

From the early light of a new day

To the night sky of an early May

Your soul speaks to mine

In languages divine

to me like a blossoming elder

A tree that whispers to only those

That held her

For an eternity of sin

I'm want to swim in your skin

Beneath warm waters

Of the gods' daughters

You are my life

My death

My everlasting breath

From beyond and until no more

We are the immortal lore

Of ancient inscriptions

Whose translations

Need no description

THE SUN WAS HER FRIEND

The sun was her friend

And the moon was her warrior

The stars, her captor

The heavens, her wonder

One night she took holiday

On a ship that sailed

Far away

To a primitive island

Where she lay and basked

Inside the warmth of all of them

~ CHRISTY HOLLAND