A Time To Come

there are days
when i glimpse a time i've never known
and know some thing i never have

there are times
when my spirit races to the future
and i thrill at what im meant to have

there are moments
when i live ahead of my life
and i miss something i've not yet known

there is a time to come
in which i love a man and know him well
but when i return to now, it's like a lonely farewell

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

A Moment of Love

 
In a moment
a heart goes aflutter
and brows are raised
pupils grow large
and memories spark

In a moment
anger is dispelled
and all hurt forgot
as your heart again throbs
with love, besot

Oh dear heart
please forget again!
yes, twas a chance
long lost, but now?
a love at what cost?

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Lost Art of Love

 
What can I do?
What will you say?
Could you love me?
Tell me, yea or nay.

I once heard a thing said
A man told me of a time
he loved a girl, but she
ne'er spoke, so neither did he

Tell me, be this truth?
Must I (the she) say to he,
that my hearts skips for him
to see if he won't pass me by?

What is this, dear heart?
A man should pursue a lady
Not the lady aft the man
No, he should not be silent

If the lady be not distant,
feeling not contemptuous,
a mutual love, then dear sir!
The man should step forward!

Dear men, hear me now,
tis better to have loved
and lost one morrows lady
than silently ne'er win her love

Dear ladies, what shall we do?
Have you not stole his role
quite oft enough? too much?!
Can you not let him pursue?

What is this lost art of love?
Why can we not peruse it right?
What is this unfortunate new game?
Why do so few play it right anymore?

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Fall Skies

It is this time of year

the time where I reminisce

and there are things I miss

It's the time when leaves fall

and I start to think of it all

I dearly miss the intense sunrise

Now day, night, have similar skies

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Autumn

This is the time of year
when the leaves begin to change
when I long for summer's warmth
and all I loved has faded away.
I wake in the mornings
and yearn for sublime sunrise

It's the time of year when day just happens
almost as though unannounced,
with no grandiose declaration,
no orange skies or purple clouds
no way for morn to say "I've arrived!"
The skies just gradually turn bright...

It's that time where muted beauty abounds
endless trees seem to be freely painted
Winds cold breath carries cold, colors, scents
Endless drizzle from dreary skies brings
comfort in fireplaces, cozy couches, and hot chocolate....

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Beloved's Body

 

Beloved, one moment-
Behold yourselves as I do,
Your skin, so milky white
unspoiled by time,
Your eyes as bright as
blueberries, ripening in the sun;
Your hair as beautiful as the sands,
as the fresh bark of trees,
yet as soft as silken scarves;
Your body as strong as mountains
as graceful as the doe by the stream
as delicate as thin-drawn glass;
Your lips as beautiful as the red
cardinal, or rose hummingbird in flight;

Dear Beloved, you are all these things
And yet, though your hair is long and
beautiful and catches just the right breeze
Your heart is does not fit you any longer
Your heart is a spoiled as an apple,
fallen from the tallest tree;
Your spirit withers quicker
than flowers, cut from their roots of life;
Your soul as wicked as the vultures
that gnaw and tear at their victims flesh.

My dear, my love,
Your heart is as rotten as all these
and as dry as desert lands;
Beloved! Does your heart not ache?
Does it not feel out of place?
You keep such a beautiful temple,
yet the beauty is on the outside
while the inner temple reeks of death.
Open your heart to Love,
Be loved, so that you may love.
Even if you bring about no change,
you will be loved, for His nature
Loves, no matter the condition,
no matter how dry your desert,
or how your heart rots in your chest.

Does it not feel out of place?
To clothe with such splendor
such a wilting piece of fruit?
Why would you cover
a thing so rotten,
with silks so precious?
Would you not carry in those clothes
a jewel so precious?
Would you not care for what is
wrapped in your innermost,
and only then clothe it in beauty?
Would you not do so only
to put the deepest beauty on display?
Would you not want the inner
to be so deserving of the outer?

Beloved,
clothe yourself in scarlet,
treat yourself to the sweetest
of all fruits,
and the most precious
of all jewels,
-but only after your heart
has basked in the most
honorable of all things.
Love.
Love from a King.

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Life in the Clouds

The sky looks so beautiful. I want to fall into the clouds, and feel the fading, changing colors in my skin. I want to be lost in the endless expanse, to experience the winds as breath all my own. The clouds look so soft, I want to taste them for myself. I want to know how they feel to the touch. I feel them in my soul, a breath of my spirit. I want to become one with the fading tides of colors, washing over the horizon, dancing across the air. I will become enveloped in both day and night, becoming near and far, being heavy and weightless as the clouds are. I want to know, and just for one setting... in it, I want to be.

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Seek, Rise.

 
You seek from
where you are

You see from that level,
know no higher than your own

You cannot go higher
for it is farther still

You cannot yet know for
it is beyond your understanding

Lower? Yes,
but too simple

Lower, my darling,
is most unfortunate

But rise higher,
above where you were!

Rising higher takes more,
an anointing of the heart

So, rise, darling, rise!
Long for a new anointing!

For you cannot know, or love
'less your heart has been taught

Love far, and farther
than you yet know

You cannot attract
more than what you are

So love, know, grow,
see what your heart becomes

Then watch those who come,
watch those reflections of your heart

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Dear Mr. President,

Dear Mr. President,
We won't stand for this.
If you sign that treaty,
you rob me of my future.
you rob this world of what good there is.
It's too soon.

Please watch this video! Spread the world! Please do NOT let this happen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMe5dOgbu40&feature=player_embedded

What Do You Do?

What do you do
when you begin
to want that which
you don't want?

What do you do
when you desire
that which you did not,
should not want?

What do you do
when you crave
what no longer is?
thought could not be?

-when your heart beats
for something that
no longer does the same?
one no longer in tandem?

What do you do
when another tear falls
after you thought, knew,
you had shed every hurt?

What do you do?

What can you do?

What more is left?

What more will come?

What do you do
when your heart
has loved so much
and lost too much?

What can you do
when your heart
is broken and mended,
but is threatened again?

What do you do
when you begin
to want that which
you thought cannot be...

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Loss

Loss of love
so overwhelming
one feels,
the heart shall break

Loss of a loved one,
so painful
one feels, with our pain
the world should shake

Loss of your Self,
the greatest loss yet,
a most painful burden,
that lonely, abandoned ache

Loss of faith
a hopeless loss
hard to regain
impossible to fake

Loss of life
a pain so bleak
as we see a pale face
we only hope will wake

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

The Lady

 
To be a lady
there is a certain eloquence
yes, to be found
but mostly, to be honed
and ever perfected

To stand tall,
head held high
is not a practice
but a habit,
an extension of self

To be graceful
is not a means
by which to gain
but a manner
in which to behave

To be lovely
is not to be crass
but to be well spoken,
well behaved,
and show class

To be attractive
is to be modest,
not to wear
short skirts
and too-revealing shirts
 

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

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Sparkling Memories

 
Laying in sleep
sweet sleep it was
I heard a song
the song from your lips
your fingers on the frets

I missed the sound
of your voice,
the scents I recall
of my acrylic paints
For us, life had just begun

I missed the dance
when you, with a glance
would take me
by the hand,
sweep me off my feet

The low light of the room
the smell of your cologne
you smelled as sweet
as champagne,
though we only had mojito

I missed you,
flashing your uneven grin,
your white button-down shirt
and all the cutest ways
you used to flirt

I'm sad it ended so
But memories still sparkle
Now I paint for life and love
I dance for joy, and every new day
brings new, fuller life and breath

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009