A Love Letter from Lani

She is Touched
Cold and lonely days end.
My mind and heart begin to see her.
Then my eyes and hands did grasp her.
It is not I whom touched her first for we are mature.
Some of the great souls who have shared their spark have departed.
Some are here.
I have seen them, I meet one today.
Love has touched her.
I wish to stay near so that I may touch her again.

Enchanted – by Lani

I am yes, Enchanted.
By the Grace that flows from her fingers.
Enchanted yes, by the brisk clarity of the dark, winter night stars.
By the same summer evenings, they seem so close.
Enchanted yes, by the movement in the waters, her hands in the bath and the thunder and rainbows given by the grand lady Vernal Falls.
I am Enchanted by her hairs fine and long, like the grasses of the Meadow.
It is she, Enchanting, Heather by the Meadows, Ocean, Sky and Mountains.

Luster – by Lani

The luster comes during time.

Luster wasn’t my pursuit.

It was a gift of constant work.

I want my personality polished.

I think there is worth in it.

I went and looked for a woman who could make me better.

I found her.

She brought out the luster.

By Heather Mirassou

 

He tells me I am as precious as a gem

I am like a brilliant star in the sky

Shinning bright and full of life

That my soul shimmers

And that I am full of delight

I am his beloved

And his treasure

He is blessed beyond measure

This love enlightens my soul

And makes me feel whole

That I am a graceful lady

And he a strong man

We spend each day anew

And love each other as best we can

Making a future together

With a promise to love one another

Contributed by Chadd

It wasn’t the choices that were difficult.
It was the despair, deciding was too painful.
The open wound hidden from the mirror.
So returns the truth, a great blessing.
The truth hides from us some, for it isn’t new.
Truth already is, so we then decide once we see the truth again.

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Our Love is like the Flow

of Water and Gravity.

Journal Entry – Fate, Heather Mirassou

Fate is two hearts guided in the same direction in this very large world, who meet after acceptance of a “friend request”. Something I don’t normally do from those I don’t know. However, I believe people are put on each others paths for a reason.

It is two people chatting for hours and hours on messenger and the phone getting to know each other deeply before our first date.

It is two like-minded poets finding rhythm in poetry and love letters where a love story is being written.

It is the evolution of hope, faith, trust, acceptance and the foundation of unconditional love in our relationship.

It is a miracle we found each other. For Lani is like no other human being I’ve ever met and is all that I have ever sought and more than I could ever imagine.

Heart to heart and soul to soul we are at the center of love.

I believe this is an enormous gift from God and am so very grateful for Lani in my life.

So, the love story will continue to be written by us both and we are blessed today.

Contributed by Lani and Heather Mirassou

Your happiness is desirable

Privacy and a bed at last

We can’t be trusted

Ain’t monogamy grand

We love with youthfulness

We love with vigor

We respect lovingly

We love wisely

We love with insight

Passion with purpose

I want to be known by you absolutely

 

 

The First Night – Contributed by Lani

I watch you undress

I stir inside

You glance at me

You can hear my heart cry

My heart soars

My mind goes away

I pull you close

All of my senses focus on you

All life is passionate

You accept me

For the first time

There is no separation

We meet and have become the center

Bad Company Concert Fun

A Love Letter From Lani

Her eyes are as the green gems I seek in the desert yellowed by the sun.
Her smile wide and majestic as the horizon from the mountain top I love so.
I have seen the insight she bares.
To love in full intensity past the risk of hurt .
So now I know my place, never to hurt her, show her harm or turn from her unconditional Love .

Declarative – Lani and Heather Mirassou

Our stuff is here and there

We haven’t a creature that comes to us both

We do have love and share meaningfulness of Life

My mind searching the heavens for gifts to bring you

My heart does not want to stand alone

I am here, you are no longer alone

The pain is gone

I feel alive with you

We are both special and rare

Like a falling star and a crescent moon

It is not often a couple becomes as close as we

For our love grows as we find ourselves and each other in this love

Together we live in harmony

Like a river and a waterfall flowing together meeting to make love

We are one in nature

Combined to find the edges of love

 

 

A Love Letter From Lani

I am a jewel that polishes itself for the only love found

I find good things

I found you

We are so close

Let us go into each other

And raise ourselves holding ourselves together

We will both heal

We have both hurt

We can both step past it

Into a future with great love

Contributed by Lani

Never give up because time doesn’t end
Persist in time for time bears opportunity
Opportunity is simply the next step
Be energetic stepping as you are alive
Persist in life never give up

From Lani

 

Darling Heather, I want to write you love poetry
So I do
When I reach inside my self and wonder how I can love
There in the quiet moments the answer comes
Love her more she can handle it
Love her more she is worth it
Love her better and I have become better for the love shown her

Contributed by Lani

She calls for a poem
What is a greater gift given than
One on which is asked for
We ask for so little from our soul
The minds and bodies wanting’s
And needing’s mostly answered
The soul just the one thing asking
I rush to give her Love

 

Time – Heather Mirassou

We are like a pendulum that is counting the minutes until me meet again.

We are like sunbursts finding the sundial that tells us when we meet again.

Time is a thief to us.

Though our love is timeless.

The moment becomes our future.

We gather in tandem to be close again, ever widening our hearts in the center of love.

Contributed by Lani

She tells me in whispers
the secrets I want to know
She shows by example
the way I want to care about others
She rests peacefully in ways
I wish to be still
She breaths in the air of life
as do I , with great passion
She has become timeless
and never far

A Love Letter From Lani

Don’t stop saying

Let me close

Three words that do so much for us

My hands are open

My heart is waking

I love you timeless

All now

All future

I don’t go to God often

For you everything

I have to accept time moving along

I want time to stop

While we kiss

And breath the same air

I cherish the moment

Each hour in your arms

Brings new life to me

From the first hour

I’m pulling into love

I want you with me

You are magnificent

 

Contributed by Lani

The night, my passion goes to her
Her flowering image fills my mind
Broken days left in the past
Lessons good gifts rightly kept
She receives me lovingly, the night

Contributed by Lani

I like her in white cotton
All her kisses welcome me
I go to her smiling
I begin to tremble
My will falters in restraint
She puts her hand on me
I felt her inside
Love me now holding tight
Holding you makes the moment real

A Love Letter – Lani and Heather Mirassou

Tears are near

I want to cry on your chest

My skin would take your tears inside

I would keep them

Take them now

I have never known such love

I never knew it could exist

I give you a place to cry

But more

Because on me, your tears would just be going home

You see I love them from within

A Love Letter – From Lani

We must dance

Oh you know I love to dance

I press against you

Oh yes

To excite you

To make me strong

I hold you tight

Every muscle flexes

Gravity decreases

Your heart glows

I bend your hips

I hold you from both sides

We are in ecstasy

You have guided my hands

I have lifted you

We are in the same love

We don’t let go

I love you deeply

I want to feel all your weight

As proof you are real

Do this for me

Yes my love

I will remember

I will too

 

A Love Story – Lani and Heather Mirassou

We are glowing together

A smile that lasts day and night

Whether separate or apart

The heart crack is wide open

We are at the center

Exploring the edges of love

I am here

You are near

Love is grand with you

My grace

Your strength

Will carry us today and tomorrow

Love unfolding naturally

Acceptance draws us near

Unconditional love fulfills us

A love story is being written

Our future together is clear

Dedicated To My Lover Lani – Heather Mirassou

My heart and soul ache for you

My lips, swollen search for you

My eyes find yours and dive deep into the ocean of blue

Your neck, a wonderland, we are tangled

Your chest, beating like a drum, my dance floor

Your stomach, white and flat, my resting ground

Your legs, pillars of strength, they hold me like bricks

Your curvy toes, tickle me in my dreams

Your love, like to no other in this world, you set me free

A Love Letter – Lani

Please hold me

I ache to hold you

Press ourselves together

We will hear music

Just holding each other

Your breath is music to me

I want to hide away with you

Soon

I’ll listen to your heartbeats

I have been saving this special first for us

I wanted to love you more before I listened

The heart I love beating

I will listen with my ears and hands

You will be breathing deep

And we will be in love

I could do this today

I love you so

You will love me

I flutter some

I flutter too

We are the same

You kiss me gentle

I kiss you deeply

A Love Letter – Lani and Heather Mirassou

How did you find me again?

I cried

I must live

And you appeared

God has plans for us

Sometimes when we are broken

God gives us miracles

That is each other

Dedicated To My Lover – Heather Mirassou

Let me lay my head on your shoulder

Lay me on a bed of roses

Kiss me

I’ll be wearing white

Sing me a love song

For I love you so

I don’t want anybody else but you

Love me and make me feel alive

Hold me close and tight

My heart falls wide open

Come to me and enter

Bring your magic touch

As I whisper your name

I will hold your soul

As we share dawn

I will not give up

I will be patient

I will endure

Give your all to me

Contributed by Chadd Henderson

It is not enough

To love you from a distance

It is not enough

To live doing little things

Human life is to reach

Inside ourselves

Inside someone else

And be received

These simple acts

We start with our hands

Contributed by Chadd Henderson

In the forest we see many things
As we step along we hear many things
Our Aura enlarges
We see more, we hear more 

We feel more
The cracking twig stabs us with fear
Yet we do not run
We have become above the animals
Fear, it flees from us as we Live

Lani’s Love – Lani and Heather Mirassou

Her breasts translucent

Her nipples erect

Her hips wide and curvy

They smell of life

Her lips searching

He stiffens

His mustache debonair

She chases him as they sit together

His lips voluptuous

They know where to go

His eyes mesmerizing

Showing strength

Palm to palm

Waiting for her to feel

Her heart wide open

She opens to release

What he is asking for

They pour together

She catches him

She sings a love song of poetry

To the man she wants

He watches over her while she sleeps

She hums

And prepares the morning gift

Another day in love

She wraps her legs around his

Not wanting him to leave

He stays together for her

Their purpose

Together

Twin rainbows

 

Contributed by Chadd Henderson and Heather Mirassou

 

I return to Old Wisdom

It seems fresh

I return to my footsteps

They are still there

Praise God I am not alone

This world would be too hard

The waters pour life into us

We need only to be together

Take me on your journey

Tell me stories of your past

I will listen with an open heart

I will see your reflection

Give to me your wisdom

You are not alone

My footsteps are near

Whisper then closely

What will bring you to tears

We need only to be together

Contributed by Chadd Henderson and Heather Mirassou

Her petals are pink with white tips

She is in full bloom

I crawl to her

She hypnotizes me

She is a precious pearl

She is dripping with fragrance and fresh cream

Just let me stay near

She opens a new flower

As I quiver

Her pheromones entice

She envelopes my presence

She is part of me

As I am of her

I will return

Each new day and night

And revel in her beauty

Let Me Close – Heather Mirassou

Let me close you said

From your eyes, I saw a crack in your heart open

I came to you and let you close

You held my hands

Caressed my face and laid it against mine

Let me close you said

I felt a crack in my heart open

Let me close you said

You put your hand against my heart

As did I

Our hearts beating opening the crack’s further

Your lips so soft and voluptuous

I followed them

Let me close I said

Until we meet again

I am speared

Contributed by Chadd Henderson

She came to me

I did nor turn away

She told me of her thorn

I pulled it

She did not cry

I cried for her

Darshan – Chadd Henderson

Darshan, a Sanskrit word meaning to give from within.

Let us grasp hands

Let us see into each other’s eyes

Let me gaze upon your forehead

See in me what you can

Let us persist until my heart cracks open

Or until one of us is reduced to tears

I Am Speared – Heather Mirassou

 

i am speared

Do not let me go

Take me

To new heights

I will follow you

To and fro

Show me

Hidden valleys

And meadows

Waterfalls

And shower

Me with mists

And rainbows

Tell me

Why you

Are speared

I have no fear

For I am yours

Take me

Now

For I am

Speared

Contributed by Lani

My lover lay on my bosom. I feed him from within.

He holds me. There is no separation.

He leaves for the daytime and some nights alone.

He returns to me as pure as when we parted, my lover.

 

Contributed by Lani

Wake now Noel, to a man baring a gift like none ever received,

Ready yourself Marie, it will take time to receive.

As your name Mirassou carries thee for the life of Lani’s gifts, need time to be given Heather.

Beloved – Chadd Henderson

Beloved there is

Nothing about that I love you

There is only how

Even now I whisper to you

Hear me come to you

My hands are open

The morning is soon

Colors – Heather Mirassou

Colors surround her, each color tells a story.

His colors different, yet complimentary.

They softly meet and collide.

She awaits aroused.

Waiting for his hands, his smile and mustache a mystery.

Both shy but made of poetry.

Patience my princess,

I will come to you sweetheart.

Dedicated to my friend Chadd – Heather Mirassou

She bared to him her coveted soul.

Prepared to be shunned, instead she is accepted unconditionally.

Her scars deep, he leads her to the light.

A new journey begins.

He incites her passion, through his wisdom and poetry.

He helps her see beauty again.

She must live again.

 

 

I Love You Like – Heather Mirassou

I love you like, a rainbow that stretches across the sky and has a pot of gold waiting at the end of it.

I love you like, the midnight sky in Lake Tahoe and the stars you can almost touch in the summer sky.

I love you like, a set of wind chimes dancing, singing, twirling and awakening in the whispering wind.

I love you like, a rock skipping across a river out-running a rainbow trout and a fisherman’s line.

I love you like, a wild and crazy motorcycle ride, hanging on to love for life.

I love you madly, deeply, wildly, freely and unconditionally.

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Dream Catcher – Heather Mirassou

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So alone in a cage

She rolls and rolls

Into a safety net

Into a cloak

 

Her dream catcher

Begins to unravel

Her sheath

Her cacoon

 

It is not sudden

It has taken

A lifetime

Her net undone

 

The butterfly

Confused

Flutters

Lost from home

 

She no longer

Fights or spins

On a string

She opens her wings

 

She free falls

Blind and courageous

Caught by a warrior

Finally free

 

 

 

 

I Am Blue – Heather Mirassou

 

I am blue today

Like the cobalt sky

I reach for

The crisp air

So I can fly

I ride Clouds

That look like cotton balls

They litter the sky

I am untouchable

Just as she is

 

 

 

 

Botanical Gardens

My Iris Garden

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Micropoetry

The hills have holy feet

Take your baptism

Contributed by Chadd Henderson and Heather Mirassou

Heather Mirassou's Poetry Soul Closet

Her petals are pink with white tips

She is in full bloom

I crawl to her

She hypnotizes me

She is a precious pearl

She is dripping with fragrance and fresh cream

Just let me stay near

She opens a new flower

As I quiver

Her pheromones entice

She envelopes my presence

She is part of me

As I am of her

I will return

Each new day and night

And revel in her beauty

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Micropoetry

A sprinkling morrow

Drinking from the trees

Earth is cooling

As the sun is shady

A noble mood

The simple quiet

Of daydreams

Micropoetry

The insanity is dead

All red about the sky

So cold against the wind

This day shall flee

It is thirsty

It is wandering

Blurring at the end

Micropoetry

From childhood

I have not taken my sorrow

I could not awaken my heart

To joy at the same tone

All I loved

I loved alone

In Honor Depression and Mental Illness Awareness

Poetry Slam – Women and Rape

Be Alive In Everything – Heather Mirassou

I had awakened and was alive

But when fear, adversity, uncertainty, and sin left me stranded

I raised my protective shield and ran with the wind

My soul stirred, whispered, cried for release

I wanted tranquility, happiness, and contentment

I hit my knees unashamed

Prayed for strength, guidance, and humility

No longer to let life pass me by

I took a leap of faith

Acceptance and forgiveness paved my path

Unwavering love and perseverance carried me

God’s Beautiful Artistry

With blind and deaf awareness

Be Alive in Everything

Revel in life

Find the detail

Be precise

Touch Everything

Explore

Be Inquisitive

Touch it

Taste it

Smell it

Feel it

Record it with Clarity

Be Alive in Everything

Now Go Paint the Rain

 

Tattoo

Leave the mundane and familiar

Let your mind, body, and soul

Invigorate you

Leave a watermark or tattoo

A Virgin – Heather Mirassou

Her skin pink and satin

Trapped nude in a secret vault

I lavish her sweetly

She moans and begins to quiver

Her dazzling sapphire eyes

Swoon over me

I whimper

A virgin begins to charm

Like a candle made of potion

A rare ruby shinning

Dances in the mirror

Subtly hypnotizing

She tastes like sugar and honeycomb

Her taught fingers

Caressing languorously

Sunset like a fire

Engulfs me

The evening torrents

An aphrodisiac

We tremble into oblivion

In exotic bliss

As my charmed jewel

Lies with me

 

Mother Nature – Heather Mirassou

Mother Nature beckons

Her brilliant cacophony

Her pine trees

Dancing, swaying, and whispering

Their virescent green

Shimmering through

Blue Hues

Peaceful and calm

Mesmerizing

Her birds sing

A sweet melody

White puffy clouds

Surrounded

Beams of sunshine

Benevolent to me

Immersed in

Her enchanting beauty

She is bewitching

She is my company

Micropoetry – Heather Mirassou

Take me to the ocean

Bring the leaping sun

Daybreak is full of diamonds

Dancing swelling tides

Make me want to write

 

Micropoetry – Heather Mirassou

October is a beggar

Knocking on doors

Snatching golden leaves

In Autumn

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Laughter echoing in the country

You pluck the Autumn

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Fraught in the wild

I hang on a moonbeam.

Whiskey Town – Heather Mirassou

Disillusioned

Smoking cigarettes drunk at 3: a.m.

Spinning into nothingness

With whiskey drunks

Hookers walk the strange yellow streets

Women who fear intimacy

Or falling in love depraved

Depressed mannequins are consumed

Guilt and shame asunder

They dance in their tangerine slippers

Under a hopeless moonlight

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Love is ripening tender-taken breasts.

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

One coin and I will confess

Words to be unbuckled.

Poet – Heather Mirassou

Monumental quill

Muses

Thee created

To write

Tongue-tied

I mend

Immersed

In poetry

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

I am a wanderer and a poet.

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

I cannot silence my victor

To cry unlettered words

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Falling deep

Wearing down

Desperate for energy

I am beaten

A broken harpstring

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Forever look deeper

Find Your core

There is only one keeper

Yet always more

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Universal nature

Mountains, winds and woods

Her throne

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

“The night grows out of me.”

Fruitage – Heather Mirassou

 

The moonlight is topaz

A light that is insatiable

The fruitage an acidulous gold

Full to the brim

A quencher

Droplets alive

Of perfumed fruit

Circus – Heather Mirassou

In a circus

A hurricane designed

By a drunken god

Extravagant hearts

Blow up again

In a rampage

Azure Rain – Heather Mirassou

Azure colored rain

And the fragments

Whirl like a feather

A weather vane

While the angels applaud

Daring and debonair

I invade

Through the Looking Glass – Heather Mirassou

My past is but a dream. My present an insatiable appetite for life. My future pre-determined and out of sight.

Oh but to be young again, to begin again, to find me again. Who would I aspire to be?

Through the looking-glass, I see a mirror image of me. Free to be who I am with no preconceptions, expectations or promises to keep. Only a silent treasure chest of dreams only I can see. Only a panoramic view of what is the best I can be.

Perhaps, I would fly overseas and travel countries in poverty, recording adversity and atrocities.

Perhaps, I would study the stars and galaxies.

Perhaps, I would march in pride and diversity.

Perhaps, I would study archeology, geology or history.

Perhaps, I would be Simon or Garfunkel in Central Park in New York City.

Perhaps, I would sail alone on the open seas.

Perhaps, I would visit my native France and Italy.

A dream is a dream, but through the looking-glass I can see and be the best of what has made me.

I will continue to record life, love, and history through my poetry. My self-made dreams connecting in this irony.

Dedicated to: Trevor Edmund Mirassou and Brandon Timothy Borden, my sons.

 

 

 

 

A Journal Entry from 1985 – when I was just 18 years old. “In Definition” by Heather Mirassou

The temptations of life. Not knowing a yes or a no. Experiencing new feelings and ideas which circulate in our minds. Unsure of what to do. Questions which have gone unanswered. The consequence of doing wrong. The pride and joy of doing right. Why do we have to choose? Friends, lovers, and enemies learning to live and cope with each. Tears and laughter. Opposites that can be joined. Rebelling, an action only those who rebel know what the definition is. Why do we live in a world of definitions? There are so many decisions to make the effect of indecision. To live we must give humbly, ask kindly, respect all and most of all fill the world with love.

Today February 2, 2016

Just today I put on my hearing aids and was hypnotized by the sight and sounds of the earth. I heard black birds mating calls, I heard a dribbling creek, I heard my mom call my name, I could hear her laughter. I could see like I could hear. Everything so crisp and clear. The clouds like a family of Pillsbury dough-boy’s, the cascading, hungry hawk searching for prey. The smile in my husband’s eyes.

I will recall what it felt like to be alive. To feel connected to something bigger than me. Something so unique and amazing that I don’t forget to smell the roses. To be brave and kind and rewind. Engrave the world in my mind. To feel connected mind, body and spirit is essential to my survival.

It’s time to get out of this shell, reach out and connect with the world again.

With a Smile,

Heather

 

 

 

Open Up You Rain -Heather Mirassou

Open up you rain
The summer is sweet thickened mud
My knees are bowed
Beneath the broken wind
Heaven rises
Kicking the giant fallen sun
Open up you rain
The summer is sweet thickened mud

Eventide – Heather Mirassou

As the Earth hangs unstrung
The sun begins to weep
The wandering outline of the sky
Is slackened into a fountain
Fading into eventide

Nocturnal – Heather Mirassou

The forest is dark
by night it’s been swallowed
all things mysterious
all sounds hallowed.

Nature’s nocturnal
all life’s gathered here
although all movements are ghostly
there is nothing to fear out here.

Dark mythical arms
hide the moon
dawn will be arriving
but never too soon.

Crickets shrill
and interrupt the night air
owls cry and make harmony
nature is so romantic in the air.

Tap-Dance – Heather Mirassou

I tap-dance on egg-shells in my ballet shoes.

They whisper across the floor.

Omitting noise that might entice a temper.

I find a hide-a-way in a hole.

My heart, soul, and pen are

controlling the inner-chaos

with a key that empowers me.

Boundaries – Heather Mirassou

My dying spirit

Spirals out of control

Working my bloody

Body to the bone

You ask too much too bare

I resent you for lying in despair

Balance does not exist

Only terror on the edge

A vicious wrath begins

As my rage causes lapses

Of memory and judgement

Pieces of boundaries

Lay on the floor

My apologies and amends begin

Until again

Guys and Dolls – Heather Mirassou

When marionettes are dancing and prancing,

voracious appetites are searching.

Tumbling, fumbling and mumbling.

Blackouts imminent, guilty pleasures abide,

pick-up artists catch befallen angels and

pick up the pieces as morning arrives.

Desire – Heather Mirassou

Wonder amorously
Blood brimming
Wilderness vessel
Every droplet wet
Chaste with soul
Hips become fierce
Thighs become fiery
Thrusting,pumping and springing
Chasms burst
Your glorious spring cascades

Melodies – Heather Mirassou

Embroidered ivory mountains

flowing tipped waterfalls

and melodious violet fields.

A thousand madrigals

and fragrant Myrtle groves.

The rivers and streams

sing sweet rapture

symphonies.

As the celestial hidden skies

hover, Venus, charms

a quivering goddess sighs.

Descent – Heather Mirassou

How

dare mutest thee

heaven’s sanctity.

Now them hast

deep spirits

quickening breath.

A vision childless

breaking virtues

angel’s slumber

in death.

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

And my tears became water brooks…

 

What Is A Soul To Do? – Heather Mirassou

What is a soul to do
when it’s conflicted and confused?

What is a soul to do
When it’s hidden and suffering thru?

What is a soul to do
when it rebels against the truth?

What is a soul to do
when it’s twisted in two?

Pour, pour, and pour out
your soul.

That is what a soul should do.

Quote by Rumi

“Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because

it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it”. ― Rumi

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

“I stray from my beloved pens and paper hoping

it is only a momentary lapse. I wait in solitary,

until I can once again chronicle human

nature with color, tone and transparency”.

 

 

Under The Moonlight – Heather Mirassou

The aqueous moonlight

floats from heaven

Sober hues and a tender wind

crisscross the sky

A hazel mist melts the faint dew

below the sleeping willow tree

The murmuring water lilies

awaken the egantine

While my white eyes are lulled

under a topaz canopy

Hiroshima Sky – Heather Mirassou

A bare rainbow

rains acid glass

from a Hiroshima sky

a thousand galaxies collide

in a demonic sky

where the innocent

dreadfully die

 

Delight – Heather Mirassou

I see naked droplets

of subtle honey bee.

Love released beyond

our summer lending trees.

Beyond a breeze

glow-worm light shines bright.

Love wheel delight

for the stars are giddy tonight.

Young Bliss – Heather Mirassou

Young bliss

a fragrant kiss.

Lips slumber

eyes agaze.

Arms aflame

damp passion.

Enmeshed in desire

bloomed within.

A Girl – Heather Mirassou

Her lips like ruby pearl

as soft as a silk sheet.

Her mouth like blush candy

as sweet as a cherry treat.

Her breasts like buttermilk

as delicious as whipped cream.

Her hair a lucent gold

like heaven’s falling leaves.

Her heart like a mirror to

her soul as to the sea.

I Am Wakeful – Heather Mirassou

In the wee hours
I am wakeful
When clouds are nesting
And the wind is thrusting
Carnival wildflowers glow

Twinkling in painted fields
A moon overflowed
And the rain begins to rouse
I rise in a dream
Where my spirits soar
I faintly kiss the stream

Quote by James Dickey

“A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain                                                                     hoping to be struck by lightening.” 

Summer – Heather Mirassou

August thickened under the bleached sun

Ravens swimming in tilting trees

While lust ripens in fruit rain

In A Dream – Heather Mirassou

In a dream I felt the cool white
His sweet madness
Among anchor water lilies
The willows were trembling

A nest of twilight kisses
Where the stars are shivering

Scented sweet and wild
From violet forests
Our arms intertwine
With beads of love

Grandfather – Heather Mirassou

His brows like bended bows with curly-q’s

His mustache like motorcycle handlebars

His eyes like green gin olives

His hair grey and wavy like ocean whitecaps

His hands immaculate and powerful like a surgeon’s fingers

His figure debonair and statuesque like Fred Astaire

His smile cautious but genuine like Buddha

His memory a journey like the wine that ran in his blood

Dedicated to my grandfather, Ed Mirassou

Repent – Heather Mirassou

So sexy before the shadows
Like silk against the light

Passion unbreakable
Gummed above the grave

Be watchful
There are ghosts under the mist

Shining awake
Saying goodbye

A phone ringing somewhere
For how long

Forget to go home
Wondering why

The vision has died
Repent

Marvelous Truth – Denise Levertov

“Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise, iron ball, egg, dark horse, shadow, cloud of breath on the air…”

– from “Matins” by Denise Levertov

Kid’s Play – Heather Mirassou

“King of the Hill” you begin to play

You bump, bump, bump and sway

You see a perfect high landing spot

On an upside-down horse trough

You hop, jump and fly slowly through mid-air

Your small hooves landing easily on two pairs

You strut your stuff on the cold steel effortlessly

Showing your body strength and dancing dexterity

As you put on your crown and look up at the sky

You friends bow down from side-to-side

You are “king of the hill” showing off your expert dance

She winks at you way up top and begins her sexy prance

She pretends to hide but curiously you see her peek

You join her in a private game of hide-and-seek

She quickly finds you hiding in the prickly hay

You blush and nuzzle her chestnut face

Her body slender and strong topped with white angora fur

You rub her lovingly as she lets out a soft lulling magic purr

She continues to flirt winking her eyes with her head hung low

You excitedly whisper sweet-nothings she agrees you may be her beau

You rub your tickling head against her horns beaming with pride

You motion to her, let’s go play all seriousness aside

You join the other kids who are tryin to reach the sky

Together you dance and sway, jump, hop and fly

 

Revelation – Heather Mirassou

I am silver

I have no preconceptions

Unchanged by love or dislike

No cruelty only truth

She turns to the moon

That reflects her faithfully

Now I am like a lake

A mirror of revelation

It is her face that replaced the darkness

She has said goodbye to the young girl

In me, I see

An old woman

Rise

Starry Night – Heather Mirassou

Blue secret garden

Milk and honey glitter

Take Me Home – Heather Mirassou

Take me home mama

To a place I once belonged

Hold my hand steady

And sing to me a song

My face filled with tears

All my family is gone

Take me home mama

To a place I once belonged

Under the grapevine canopy

You taught me to be strong

The hundred year-old oak tree

Dances until dawn

Take me home mama

To a place I once belonged

Silence – Heather Mirassou

What is this quiet soul to do?
My voice and fingers are stuck like glue
The boredom overwhelming my senses very alive
For hours and hours I dare strive
The silence is drowning me inside
I stammer and suffer begging for words to come to my sight
Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up this fight
Oh hearts of hearts please break these ties
So my soul may once again take flight
So that I might not die

Artist’s Canvas – Heather Mirassou

The artist strokes his canvas
His hues and tints of beauty
The orator of his creation
The perfect task of impression
Like a beam of sunlight
Rainbows illuminate
Glory and splendor appear
His vision is revelation

Twilight Bliss – Heather Mirassou

She whispers to heaven
No rainbows dampened
Young souls tossing
Pearl birds
Planet full of color
A purple myriad
Rejoicing iridescence
Whisper tears
Rustic turquoise
Revived sunlight
Fountain of harvest
Seas hypnotize
Goodbye twilight bliss

Lavender Moonlight – Heather Mirassou

Like peach blossoms

As lovely as daffodils

In the purest hope of spring

My heart-strings follow each strum of a harp

Your voice a hypnotic melody

I leap like a cricket

at the whisper of your name

The evening floats

On a great parrot wing

I am comforted

With you by my side

I hold you tight

Like two twilight beams across the sky

In the listless evening

I listen for the last chime of the day

I lie with you

In lavender moonlight

Hand-in-hand we reach our destiny

For a mystical shower of love

 

Winter – Heather Mirassou

In the softest night
Free winter rises
Maiden blossoms sincere
Weary blossoms adhere
Winter grass is near
Naked tenderness is here
With tired kisses in the air
Goodnight springtime with care

Angel Hair Pasta – Heather Mirassou

Angel Hair Pasta

Virgin Oil encased
Oregano, Basil & Thyme

Fragrance ascend
Blonde strands flyaway

Garlic Shards dancing
Swim in the wind

Pulsing Beef Stake
Red River Flowing

Seeds flooding
Tightly wadded

Expertly wound
Atop her head

Wasp-hive
Angel Hair pasta

If I Were There – Heather Mirassou

Peaches and pears your delight
Divine roses a gift from your wife

Your favorite soups and stews
Lamb and veal cooked to and fro

In silence in your hammock
Hoping the sun melts the cancer away

If I were there
I would rub your brow and wet your lips

If I were there
I’d warm your sheets and fluff your pillows

If I were there
I would bring you home under the old oak tree

If I were there
I would fill your house with sunflowers

If I were there
I would sing sweet poetry melody

If I were there
I would lay next to you and comfort you

If I were there
I would read you prayers

If I were there
I would have said goodbye

My knight and shining armor

 

Dedicated to my father; Jim Mirassou

One Dirt Grave – Heather Mirassou

She was only fourteen
Happy and vibrant
Awaiting her first kiss
Not noticing who was watching
Her neighbor odd but friendly
Obsessed with her loveliness
Coerced her to stray from safety
She fell into a pit
Dug well ahead of time
It was a heinous crime
She had no time to scream
Unable to fight
He smothered and sliced her
Never to be whole again

April Alive – Heather Mirassou

Budding bright rivulets
Islands of green groves
Ardent foliage
Idle leaves
Common spirit wild
Distant naked hues
Spot a summit air
April desires
Contentment alive

Nature Dawns – Heather Mirassou

Nature Dawns
Flower fresh love
Perfumed trees
Rose colored affection
Sustenance to our eyes
Mother heaven in the skies
God’s great hand rises

Rain Dance – Heather Mirassou

The sound of crackling glass
Fill my eardrums and awaken me
A steamy haze beckons me
Barefoot and naked I tap-dance on bubbles
Sweet nectar fills my mouth with delight
The humid rain calms and soothes my sizzling skin
The stars are the brightest I have ever seen
The moon is tucked away in its cradle
Mother Nature has raised her hand to me
Come rain on me

Questionable Love – Heather Mirassou

From seedlings
Raw passion arrives
teardrops germinate
A questionable love
Free reign love’s geyser
Either uproot and scatter
Or stay and bloom

Childhood Blackness – Heather Mirassou

Childhood blackness
Trusting in silence
Trying to recall
Memories of water
Chasing Dreams

Foster Child – Heather Mirassou

Foster child of silence
What did you say?
You were always instructed to smile
It was a woman’s way
Your smile is corrugated
You eyes sheathed in despair
You yearn for a rush of happiness
You wear your masks expertly
Until your hidden emotions bleed
You pace and pray to make them go away
But you cannot stay sane in this façade
White padded walls embrace you
Until your soul is cut in two
You finally speak
But no one listens to you
No light on the horizon
Only darkness that ties you down
You don nakedness
You plant your feet in a potted tree
Hoping to go back to a place,  safe and serene
Instead on the cusp of losing your mind
You hear voices calling out
Telling you that they love you
You look all around for them
But remain alone in the padded room
Your mental illness you cannot control
It is the monster in your heart that wants to let go
You gather your strength above no other
To put another mask of sanity on your face
You play your façade expertly
And you are released for a time
Until you become a danger to yourself or others again
Where is your gratitude?
Just for today
You have been given multiple chances
Of a second chance at life
Remove the lock and key from your soul
Seek help and slowly let the pain come
Don’t let it drown you
Some memories have been taken away by God
Other’s  have endured with his assistance
But what is wisdom and life without trial
Begin to forgive and begin to heal
Let the dragons come head on
With your family by your side
You are not alone
Speak your voice or ink your pen
But do not be a victim
To the demons inside
Take off your running shoes
Go barefoot in earth’s paradise
Walk to the ends of the Earth
And God will kiss your blisters away
You will no longer be despondent
No longer suffocating in your silence
You will remain on the path to freedom
Break from the constant
Begin to live again
Free yourself
Find the courage and the voice
To say goodbye to the old demons
The harmony in your heart is your life-giving force

Storm Canvas – Heather Mirassou

A storm canvas can take you away
Thunderstorms and lightening
Tempest roaring high
Tumult of a tropic sky
Impatient as the phantom wind
Magenta jealousy
The earth summons
Wanting whorls
Invisible love potion
Dare to walk in its wake
Hands in the air
Clean crisp air
I become transparent
My passion dims
The cyclone whispers
Grizzly arms athwart the sky
I am no longer a slave to society
The breeze of heaven blows
Upon my soul

Goddess – Heather Mirassou

In sunny solitude
The swelling seas
Erase the bank of haze
Birds begin to sing
A skylark soars in the air

Purple hills of paradise
No longer dampened souls
Tossing and turning in the night
Pearl white peaks
Hypnotize across the planet

The color of strength
Of a rainbow myriad
Green cascading canopies
No longer drinking
Nature’s tears away

With fluorescent green
Humming birds
Under the turquoise sky
The vintage rustic vines
Are revived to a new life

Rejoicing hearts
Of amethysts and emeralds
Are awakened from
The breeze of heaven
Vines whisper in awe

Her sun
Sky sweet bliss
Fountain overflows
To twilight shade
Robed fields of gold

Her young berries
Plump and iridescent
Until harvest comes
She will say goodbye
And again renew

Mad Love – Heather Mirassou

As snow does to a fire that runs
Blue white Ophelia floats
Mad with love as magnificent as snow
And among water lilies
Star which melts away
The wind kisses her breasts
Shivering willows
A nest of mad kisses
Curves of her back
In each soft corner
From violet forests
His sweet brow
On the seascape
The calm black water
Black moss embroidered
Her great veils rising
Why the goldenrod stars
Love her reflection madly
The rivers are a sail
Shadow flowers with bale
Scented twilight
A pearl sky

Moonshine Wind Song – Heather Mirassou

Barefoot and dirt-clod
I tip-toe across the yard
Avoiding mounds of stickers
Sharp rocks and weeds

The sky is full
Satin filled milk fluff
Moonshine
Full on me

Our tangerine trees
Rustle with low-lying
Bullfrogs
Ribbit, ribbit

A symphony of crickets sings
High pitched Beetle mania
I hear a distant “moo” from the cows
A latent “who” from the owls in the barn

The statuesque wind chimes
Is playing a cacophony of wind song
This life here engulfs me in it’s pure and rare beauty
I am one with the country, home again

Who Am I? – Heather Mirassou

It’s been quite

Some time

Since someone

Noticed

Do see me?

I am Here

My beautiful

Warm

Genuine smile

Smiling at

The world

Beside me

Don’t you

See my

Chiseled calves

And voluptuous

Thighs

A mile high

I may be over

Forty

But my Bosom

Swings

And Skips

To a

Funky beat

With a tip-toe

Skip, Hop & dance

That only I know

My eyes

Liquid blue

Eyes stare

At magic

In the

Air

My skin

Fair

Freckled

With

An Irish

Pigment

From my

Grandmother’s

Lair

My limbs

Covered from

Head to toe

With Wisps

Of Blonde hair

From my

Mother’s

Hair

Like my

Italian

And French

Forefather’s

My heart

Pumps

By Wine

My Blood

And

Endless

Passion for

Tradition

My fingertips

Reminiscent of

God’s great earth

The Goddess

Nature

Aglow

Laced with

Permanent

callused

From my

Writing pen

A kaleidoscope

Into my

Soul within

My voice

An accent

Slung with

Kindness

Compassion

And love

So if you

See me

Dancing

Down the

Street

On just

An ordinary

Day

Than

Stop to

Smell the

Roses

May the

Aroma

Sweet

And lulling

Pass your

Way

Making

Your day

Do a little

Hop, skip & jump

And feel

Freedom

In your

Steps

Make sure

To Smile

My way

Don’t forget

For I am

Here

Watching

Dancing

Waiting

For someone

To see me

My Darling Lover – Heather Mirassou

My Darling

Your fingertips

Slightest touch

My skin rippling

Goose bumps

Like prickly pears

Sizzling fire

Desperate ache

Primitive desire

My Neck

Bountiful harvest

Taste of Sweet

Nectar

Lays in wait

Begging you

Blowing breath

Your tongue

Tingling heat

My Body

An Hourglass

Voluptuous curves

Gentle bosom

Soft as silk

Electrifying splendor

Blood pulsating

Taught and tight

Hypnotizing ecstasy

Your Body

Pleading me

Perfect design

My delight

Madness penetrates

Primitive union

Fevered passion

Quaking pleasure

Warm glow surrounds

Angel of God – Heather Mirassou

“I wrote this poem when my little sister was born. She is twenty years

my junior and has grown into an amazing young woman.“

An embryo in a cocoon of safety

slowly unfolds into a world of hands.

Hands of unconditional love

bring her into the beauty of light.

No longer floating

now breathing the lightness of air.

She fights hands and fist,

unknowingly being adorned, brought into life.

Kissed by an angel, he leaves his mark

as she is grasped by her loving parents.

She is a gift to them, a gift to this world,

an angel of God.

Symphony of Broken Things – Heather Mirassou

Is it a dream or distant memory?

An Italian Concerto begins

The alto singer bellows

A passionate tale

Proud and stout

He commands attention

A classic narcissistic symphony

Balancing a tight-rope

A thunderous crescendo begins

Drums rattle and roll

Strumming your violin

You tip, waddle and fall

Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang

A symphony of broken things

Your white walls marred

Sheet-Rock littered floors

By years of crimson scarlet

You know this scene by heart

This is your life

A dramatic melody

A symphony of broken things

You muster your courage

Hit your knees and pray

Picking up the pieces

Hoping his tune will change

You begin an ensemble

Piecing remnants together again

A symphony of broken things

Garden Affair – Heather Mirassou

I inhale

Your Intoxicating fragrance

Pheromones entice

Lingering passion

Sun and sky sweet

I am delirious

Dancing in your

Wakening melodies

Bouquet of pearly white peaks

I Awake

In your quicksand soil

Scattering seeds

Delicate sea legs

Wobbly wooden stalks

Germinating roots

A newborn flower

Porcelain

Fragile, Fertile foliage

I swallow

Your clear spring geyser

Brisk diamond water

Raining sky water

Relieve my parched

Withering body

Swimming

Stealing grace

Sea of Fertility

I Rejoice

Your Renewing promise

I am breathless

Wild ecstasy

A Cacophony of birdsong

My petals

Gorgeous milk fluff

A canopy of tranquility

In the shape of a heart

Vicarious Poet – Heather Mirassou

Your voice

A golden spoon

Laden with honey

Dripping languidly

Your tone

A wounded sparrow

Searching for safety

In a bed of soft feathers

Your words

Paint vivid images

With indelible ink

With shades of blue

Your feelings

Naked, pure and free

Pull heart-strings

Effortlessly

Fear of Losing You – Heather Mirassou

FEAR OF LOSING YOU

No longer affectionate, attentive, thoughtful eyes;
instead, an expressionless, invisible, blank stare.

No longer strolling hand-in-hand, carelessly;
instead, walking moonbeams apart, drifting like clouds.

No longer drowning in passionate, lingering kisses;
instead, an obligatory, awkward, fleeting peck.

No longer two hearts bow-tied with strings;
instead, reclusive, lonely hearts, in a noose.

No longer dreaming of a lifetime together;
instead, an uncertain, somber, painful future.

No longer a confident, loving wife;
instead, a heartsick, lonely, aging woman,

Desperately afraid of losing you.

Heather Mirassou

Making Love to a Marlboro – Heather Mirassou

Nearly naked except

A dangling Marlboro cigarette

Expertly stroking his lover

Fingers caress a slender body

Methodically engulfing aroma

The sweet smell of sex

Swollen lips surround

Waves of rapture quiver

Eyelashes and eyeballs flutter

Sinking into oblivion

Head bobbing like a pendulum

Savoring his lust

Inhaling smoke languidly

Sucking every toxin

Heather Mirassou

Cockeral Waltz

Good morning rooster
How do you do?
It’s the crack of dawn
You cock-a-doodle-do
You sit on your perch pride fully and woo
Standing mighty and bold you call your brood for food

Sleek and graceful you do the cockerel waltz
Strutting vaudeville statuesque
Crowing to proclaim your territory
You stand protecting your roost
Busty and brave
Watching for predators coming your way

The alpha male
Your ear lobes and crown are blood-red like a bird of paradise
Your steel beak as strong as a saw
Your feather mane chestnut drapes over your back
Your breast fuchsia and emerald quill
Your silken tail an extended fan

You run free rein on my ranch
A thousand chickens roost in my barn
You rearrange my garden while pecking for nourishment
Eating up all the insects and brown recluses in my yard
In dust you and your flock bathe
You even watch over the hens eggs

Your calls distinct and powerful
When you are still and content sweet singing rings
You are friendly to humans
And can even be domesticated
Stay here Roo
We will protect you

Love To My Husband – Heather Mirassou

I am drawn to you like

The stars to the midnight skies

The Earth to the burning sun

Water to thirsting flowers

I am comfortable with you like

An old pair of boots

A faded pair of jeans

My favorite sweater and scarf

I am at peace with you like

Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake

Taking a walk in silence in the country

Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night

I am alive with you like

The laughter that is uncontrollable

The heart that goes thump, thump, thump

Running through wildflowers in the wilderness

Every ounce of my being

Mind, body and soul are riveted by you

I am alive with you, free with you, comfortable with you

I love you

I Kissed You Secretly – Heather Mirassou

Long after we met

Still standing in forever

Our kindred spirits released

Beyond our wildest desires

To find love alone together

For I found you there

In nights glow lights

Full of moon beams

Shed of inhibitions

With no one to see

I kissed you secretly

Under the naked tree

Webbed in shadows

Embraced yet still free

For I found you there

In the warmth of the eve

Without a summer breeze

To be dancing in the droplets

Of Nectar sweet as a honey bee

Subtle light and free

To fly with you in dreams

Relished natures fantasy

Will blush my heart

When our lips touch

For I found you there