Golden Serenities
by Kicking Bear Productions
Title
Golden Serenities
Artist
Kicking Bear Productions
Medium
Painting - Acrylic On Canvas
Description
Native American Wildlife adventurer and Ambassador for the World Peace Treaty, Offers us a look into the mind and energy of his most amazing creation. "Golden Serenities"
Fear not the darling love exploring the delicate flower pierced by storm clouds.
Growling surrender tingles till dawns blue veil awakens the ripples of such hope well asleep.
Cupid darts, crave the howling hunger enticed feverish for the first touch...
Sweet is the sound of a morning dove...
Fierce is the embrace of my darling Love...
I will spend my eternity to listen for the soft song of your heart...
Falling to the endless search to touch your bare back no longer turned...
I will climb every tall mountain within the glowing core of heartache once burned...
To seek you far beyond the deepest throat of desire...never will I fall back from the fire of your need.
Always reaching out to feel hungry kisses upon the burning face of love...
Enchanting your slender neck revealed in long pale yellow light...
I will drink up the worlds of peace and move beyond the arts of war; yet, I will always fight for Darling Love.
By the crowded eve of the midnight star; lingering inside the young fire of blue shadows; hungry, I seek an advance...challenging, I crave your romance.
A smile of pearls has risen to the moon...
You are the diamond inside, the rubies glowing enchantments, I am swayed by the art of sacred winds kissing wild.
Life...the whip breaking chains...loose upon the tide come the gathering of footprints...
Entangled bodies willing in blissful faint...asking more of darling love.
There is more than hunger for the sweet fruit shored with nesting eyes.
Unexpected moment...thunderstorms quiver to a slight rain.
Holding hands under blue eye's like skies of tender truth falling.
The flesh of lightening exhausting the electric flame of neon daydreams.
Heartbeats wed inside their garden fragrant in peace,
We shall rule the sacred dance of devotion inside windows of forevermore.
The hunt devoured by the sting of trust is drawn to the point of ache...
Mindless in divine torture...undressed rapture...
Become speechless with the rise of Darling love.
You...the firey phoenix; my dream drifting across star light eyes;
Tossing, turning, your breath is a whisper which taunts me asleep...
Once with a sword of truth, I stirred our hot coals within knowing one day your merciful Spirit will again awaken me.
My gauntlet hand has been emptied as I walk to the sight of another oceans sunset.
What divine power is it that holds me in such stillness here.
Though my warrior heart continues jumping in a lions stride within the sight of your tender beauty;
I beg to sleep here in the clouds of my bed embraced always inside the artlife of poetic dreams.
Only please come closer to fill my prowling hand with yours;
to lay upon my hungry lips a gentle kiss...
Yes... gentle,
so the world may shift inside the swelling tide of your own darling love.
Photgraph and poem by:Barry Byers
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April 7th, 2014
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