Time's Great Morning - Poetry

                                                                                                                        Love - 1895 - Klimt 

 Time's Great Morning

Come to me today
fill your eyes with emerald green
carry with you our secret
of this forbidden lay
that we mask and disguise
to mold and solve on each wicked goodbye
watermark my body
with thy lips
embellish our destiny
with your gaze
secure our misfortunes
by looking away
melt your uncertainty
with my warm honey
take heed on this majestic discovery
a dream, our fate
that soars above the scattered tree's canopy
a belief, our story
that can be met
in the realm of Time's great morning
this is never ending
I will be thy lady for eternity

Terah

Turns & Circles - For the Soul

                                                                                                                                                             Photography By Terah Ware

Turns & Circles

You were waiting for me to realize.

Turns & Circles are what I have.

Turns & Circles; that is what I do.

Look at what time has done for me.

A character that has sheer layers of pain and joy.

A soul that remembers.

Cries and wants to hide behind those great walls to help me gain control.

Designs a gate for a fortress so that someone can enter.

Wise man, give me the answer.

I beg you...

Let me just know.

That Turns & Circles get me no where for my Soul. 

By Terah Ware 

Once Again - A Poem For My Soul Mate

I have sat beside Kings.
Flocked with spirituals alike.
Turned my cheek to the cathedral's fortress.
Mocked the land beneath me.

I have kissed thy royal lips.
Climbed your castle's walls.
Bled a son.
Countless sons...

I have broken mirrors of reflections that are endless.
Gave wealth to the centuries.
Made piece with the moments.
Secluded my soul...
between your fading twilight.

I have rendered your aura with my candlelight.
Waxed thy precious memory in water.
Drifted to sleep in your coffin...
to find you here.

Once again.

Terah Ware

Reveal - Poetry - Terah Ware

                                                                                                             Insight ~ Mixed Media ~ Terah Ware

Reveal

I look up, barely able to see the light in your eyes from a 

smoldering fire that has been left to the night.  

I can see the outline of your face.  

Dark and occasionally dips into the cold air in my direction.  

Your revealing your desires...your dreams to me.

This was written while I was at Pennsic...a Medieval Reenactment that takes place in Northern Pennsylvania.  ~ Terah

 

Silence - Poetry - Terah Ware

                          Photography by Jason Ware

Silence

By Terah Ware

Now that I sit in silence with no distractions or pursuits, my mind 

wonders back to this path that I always choose. 

An art teacher, a mother, an artist, a sister, a sweet heart, a 

woman, a daughter, a caregiver. 

I feel these roles daily in my mind and caress their importance 

with each stride.

  One may be heavier or tip me off balance, but I will always carry 

each one in my silence.

~ Terah Ware

Nautilus - By Julie Henry

                                                                                                                        Self Portrait of Terah Ware

~ Nautilus ~

Written by Julie Henry

 ~ To Me ~

These doors open

Into a new room

A new story

And walls that whisper

You are...

Close the doors behind you

Seal off the shouts

The anger

The heartache and heartbreak

Silence those cutting words

Despair will not live here 

Anymore

You are...

Socrates and his pupils

The waves crashing against the cliff

Behind the looking glass

Time in a bottle

The lightning storm

You are. 

This Vessel

This vessel that crashes against each wave moves on.

Seeking out land, a shoreline, a home.

Stars guide me.

Sun, paint my golden path.

Lady, beautiful figurehead of my crew, lead me to serenity that I knew.

Mark my map and fill my hands with jewels from a lost treasure.

Fill my mast with winds of certainty.

Count my blessings to all that I have left behind.

Secure me with a compass that will lead me to what is mine.

This vessel that crashes against each wave moves on.

~ Terah Ware