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Poems singing to my soul - 18th October 2008

I have met some beautiful people this week, I cannot believe that I could end up finding a job which allows me to join in and create such an incredible team, tour operators, tourism businesses and tourists, living everyday lives yet sharing a respect for the earth for one another and learning to demonstrate our love and passion through our work and friendship. I joined wildlife tours, walking tours, met tourism services and in all this met some beautiful people. I can’t tell you all their names but some were truly inspiring and others were just very attractive and realising their true potential.

On reflection I remember by breakdown and how it helped me build to new heights through new friendships being made, African stories, I have to admit meeting some gorgeous young women and they inspire me to be so much more than I am at present. Long may they be in my life. I do hope that if anyone I know does come across my poetry and website they will realise I am just being honest about my feelings and will not judge me too harshly I just love some people so much and yet feel I have to hide it so well, only to find it spilling out of me when I have time to myself. I am hoping that I can breakthrough this high vibration and let my life sing as it wishes to.

Breakthrough
Hazel Eyes
Spirit walker

Breakdown - Breakthrough

As I fall from mountain grace
Through shattering hopes in glass
I lie upon an earthly place
And vision all those empty fears and laugh
I am broke through by you
I do love, you, I do
But what was true, was what I could not see through…. yet knew
That always on these lonely paths I find a hand in mine, … and it is you
Such beauty lives inside your patience in your heart your smile
A face of angels and such style
Non may know you..….see your truth
My heart its eyes and smile a proof
That you and I are one together
Love like ours lives on forever
No matter what is done for pleasure
For in our quiet and inner peace we join together

My angels in green tourism
We hold together in a gentle prison
Souls touch and make our love forever
Through building up our dreams together
One day soon we will feel brave and true
And kiss and you will let me honour you
My life was forfeit when I was just born
To be your joyful slave and worship your form

For angels come in youth and age and joy
With shining eyes and secret smiles so coy
A touch, a tear, a wish, a prayer
Your breast upon my arm, the brush of hair
Your longing look, an honest face, your essence in the air
How could I respond to you but through our hidden signs, our touch our stares
This is the only way a prisoner is made free
Come butterfly this flame is sweet and God walks with you and me

One day soon our freedom will be won
When we realise the barriers between us gone
And you will take those gentle and bravehearted steps to me
And I will release your ecstacy upon the earth as doves fly free

So clap your wings, yes sweet and perfect heart
We never met before yet never were apart
A living flame joined us within our hearts
And beauty shines through our well made art
Lips, hopes joined…. my arms enfold your self your safe
No ownership intended just a bond of health
Sharing service, passion, joys and tears, our acts
Our tryst, a lovers complex celtic knot, our pact
Sweet souls we play out new and vibrant rhythms
To move from greed and fear to our new system
Where ownership is left behind
Like sorrows till we find
A happy life, gentle yet full of power
Like the fruits of joy a flower
That opens with a sun blessed hour
Burning away a winters night
Opening up a garden of delight

A quiet and hidden grace a touch on arm
You are my melody I am your charm
A breath upon your neck or face
We know our bonds, our bounds our place
Dingsbooms beauty, stars burst sliver
Goose bumps grow, a ripple and a nipple shivers
As we dive the cool depths of our souls
And share divine enchantment as our goal.

Such pretty feet were meant to step so lightly on the earth
So please my angel girl lets weave a tale of hope and birth
Despite my long and winding route I do not tire
For you are in my every breath and dreaming hour
I have waited for you for all my life and yet this is just a moments breath
For moments shared with you are an everlasting life and death
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Jonny Pastor (a name given to me in Tanzania)

© Jon Proctor 2006/2008