A Handful of Words by C.E. Vance (best ereader under 100 .txt) 📕

Portrait

 

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Through eyes that adore you,

creating the portrait that I view

A vision beyond canvass,

painting each subtle allure

 

From exhale of a breath,

carrying whispers to a smile

Times to always remember,

awaits the next enchanting kiss

 

Favored by gentlest of heart,

resides an angel's very soul

Heaven's bliss upon the world,

held longingly in these arms

 

Inside a world to my own

moments cherished for this life

All thoughts belonging to you,

it's that which I see

 

An image of delicate hues,

softest caress from my brush

A captive to tinge's hold,

are shades that say - I love you.

 

 C.E.Vance

I Am No More

 

Plunging into the pits of hell -
grasping my mortal fate.

Life's final breaths,
drawn with dreadful fear.

 

Absent are angels,
with no gods to save me.

Last thoughts despaired -
demons controlling my mind.

 

In the darkened hold,
death is already here.

Drapings of shadows -
new sun to never rise.

 

Tomorrows just end -
another linger for tears.

All follow till slumber -
    to the hereafter I fall.

 

C.E.Vance

A Day to Die

 

Lost to enchantment - scattered to farewell,

failed trappings of a heart longing to stay

Smiles into tears, recalling bittersweet dreams,

whimsies and love - somehow tossed to the way

 

Stammers in darkness - echoing each failing word;

shadows of sunset prompting whispered cries

Dimness speaking direst shades to woeful fate,

pleading voice mimics soul's anguished demise

 

Bequeathed with passion and caressed by night,

a jewel of fancy - like a ruby red kiss

Shimmered the gem's reflection in your eyes,

a sparkling fortune founded in bliss

 

Then faded the glimmer of our opulent light,

facet turning to a shard of murky glass

With fall that shatters from cruelty's fate,

the final slivers of hope came to pass

 

In dwell of aloneness comes last goodbyes,

my thoughts forever in the surrounding still

As years slip pass - you'll find me here,

my spirit to love you, and always will

 

C.E.Vance

 

A Crumbling Stone

 

A handful of words to see you home,

faded etchings on a crumbling stone.

Dustings scattered beyond blest ground,

loving tribute becomes windswept bound.

 

Awash in tears, undaunted by time,

memorial to souls long entwined.

Tracing whispers upon the skies,

heaven is witness to all our sighs.

 

Tribute graven for loss we mourn;

succumbed to years falls weathered worn.

Carried by will of lost seasons cast,

words crumbled to dust trickle past.

 

Laid beneath etchings on a stone,

words to see you into the angel's home.

"All my love is forever with you"

with every wind the words come true.

 

Carl E.Vance

A look

Cast in a spell summoned by wanton eyes,

 erupts the longing without words being said

 

Evoked passion awaits a teasing touch,

 from enamored look temptations are fed

 

Unspoken whisper beckons with call,

 enchantment's invite to waiting arms

 

The answer is caress in prompt's silence,  

 as embrace heeds allure of hypnotic charms

 

From captive gaze all yearning revealed,

bewitching mystique enfolding moment’s air

 

Surrendering to kisses inside the spun veil,

consuming rapture becomes its heir

 

Together dwells our hearts and mind,

 from inner depths the joining voices preside

 

Without an utter in the quieted stead,

loving glance leases the fervor inside

 

 C.E.Vance

A Mindful Dream

 

Thoughts on a cloud - drifting far away,

tomorrow resumes, leaving yesterday behind.

Wandering past the shadows in wait,

lighten their tinges to shades inclined.

 

Traverse a course given over to dark,

imagine scenes that shallowness can't see.

Awaken with a sun filled with new hope,

turmoil to end with morning's decree.

 

Dream the innocence - lost with heartache's weep,

bringing comfort to sorrows shed in vain.

Account for the many resigned to ends,

lives that succumbed in crimson's reign.

 

Tears for blood assign judgments to fault,

a reckoning restores hearts to their home.

Numbers without count - to rise again,

lightening tinges in the dreams they'll roam.

 

Wars through the ages erased from time,

hands of destruction placed to each one's side.

Forthright the many ceases ire of might,

voices in the lands heard far and wide.

 

As spoken by prophets - love all as your own,

look to the heavens, embracing what's right.

Spare mothers the woe from loss of a child,

keep them with blessings in prayers at night.

 

Thoughts on a cloud - till we find our way,

tomorrow that comes leaves all trials behind.

Share tranquil visions inside your thoughts,

reaching out - take every hand you find.

 

C.E.Vance

Azure Eyes

Beneath the blue,
in faraway,
a castle made of glass
Fashioned within,
fragile shards,
glimmer lost in time

From windowed heaven,
sharing the color -
of transfixed eyes,
Brings distant view,
to surroundings -
glimpsed outside

Clinging to slivers,
pieces of life,
behind structure's walls
Founded in sorrow,
a parting love,
long passed by

In open skies,
once alighted dreams,
shrouds day with night;
Stars in backdrop,
fade to ebon,
hide presence from sight

Alone to self,
entrance denied -
to all approaching near
Focus of thought,
dwelling in shattered -
bits you find

Through azure eyes,
always the world,
only you see
Beneath the blue,
so far away,
hidden in a castle of glass

 C.E.Vance

Beauty Disguised

Beauty disguised in rumpled tatters;
dressed in undoing - not of one's own
Handed to fate - lacking an escape,
sitting by the wayside knowing you're alone

Teardrops leaving traces in the dust;
streaked smudges erasing a hundred more.
Upon your face - the pangs of misery speak,
each moment passed is time to abhor

Draped in the garments of disparaging grace,
shrouding misfortune falls at your feet
A taunt of hope to end with every day,
honey to vinegar - tastes so bittersweet

An open palm implores meager means,
a morsel of crumbs to ease hunger's vile
Gifted manna is a mirage to the mind,
a moment in dream brings retch of bile

No thoughts to ease reality's blight,
suffers the child with no course to seek
Foreign is smile beneath saddened eyes,
rose's color denied to either cheek

As evening greets without place to rest,
on barren ground you lay your head
Waking nightmares is the life you lead,
morning approaches bringing all its dread

Adorned with discarded dreams and hope,
cycle repeats until all