My Precious Flower Poem by Dale Barnes

How does one begin to explain their feelings of un-imaginable joy and happiness with words. Sometimes with echoes of thought's...and subtle fears...and sometimes with paper and pen. Perhaps an impossible task. I dare to attempt to complete this most arduous journey of interpreting my most cherished thoughts and inner feelings by entering into our realm of love and security...of passion...and never ending dreams. I fire a room full of candles...to highlight the parchment...that I have borrowed from Eros, The God Of Love. I begin to express, and form my Love in Words in the most eloquent, pleasing and antique form of calligraphy known to man...my desire...and love for you. Next...comes an opening in my vein...to allow the blood...the passion...the reality of the importance of this most precious 'ink' that is necessary…for this most humble journey of words that I must express to you...to impress upon you my Darling... This Love that has Exploded into my world since you have graced my eyes...my thoughts...my senses...I am humble...and I bow in your presence...I bow...with eyes shatteringly wide open…in this most haunting candlelight.

Receptive to your memory as an Essence about me...I begin to write...as the quill of my Pen brushes my face...it reminds me that this is not a dream...but only a soft…feathery reminder of You...your touch...awakens my soul... I begin...to allow the marriage of pen to paper...

”My most Precious Flower one...The candles are playing tricks on me”... I say as I begin...'You have no idea...how in so few words...so few thoughts... and notions...that you have become my friend...my reason...my most Cherished and endearing partner in every way in my life...' I say...'How is this possible? '...I cannot believe it… I have been down so, so… many roads in life...and I cannot believe that some how…now, as the road’s become more familiar…somehow
I fell in your path...And just the notion, the bare essence...of our meeting makes me feel like I am King Of the World...I have to be brutally honest here...It is kind of...NO, … To Hell with it All! ! ! ...It Would be Impossible to take another step without you …Impossible… to imagine life without you...I fall...on my knees...In the dirt...my fists... clenched...I look up to the thought of you in the Sky...rain is falling softly on us...I raise my humble head, my life...and my eternity...and ask you...'Is this for real? '...and I wait patiently for your answer...I think to myself...I know the answer...I am waiting...for naught...Because I know your answer now...and always have…and it is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me...and I say to my soul...my heritage...my existence...'Thank You Almighty'. I am writing...struggling…as my strength Wanes as the blood drains from my body...from the inkwell of my soul…I just need to know...that I may...say that you are mine...the candles are fading...as would life without you…I need to know this… before they… and I …expire…

I Love You! ! ... My tears…now bloody droplets…smash to the parchment as await I patiently...your answer…My Love.....

© DRB 2009