Cameo: A Tale of Seven Dreams

By Darylyn Rose

This book was written in deep thoughts and desire of one’s true self, in dreams, in memories, in wishes. My true loyalty to God, to nature, to moving oceans centered in the mist of a black universe. Cameo, a carved seashell, pink on white, trimmed with gold. Carved by man to show a beautiful reflection of a woman. Mother, daughter, sister, and young child. I was born aside the ocean. I lived most of my life by the ocean and someday to be lain down in ashes back to the ocean. I hope you all enjoy this book of poems.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781635686494

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I Am But Thee Wind

I am but thee wind,

cool and persuasive.

I am but a light breeze that travels through your soul.

I am a remaining flavor that travels within thee winds of time.

I am but a wave, a blue and green electric wave that crashes against the shores of all seven seas.

I am but one white rose, which travels through every color ever known while still remaining the early morning lily and the coldest winter violet ever born.

And in mine’s womb lives the Son of God.

And in mine’s womb lives one rebel moon, and in deep secret does she, thee moon, doth mourn. And how this in truth takes mine’s breath and life away, and.

I, the wind, ever so slowly will diminish and sadly die. Did she, the Moon, not notice her own mother hiding behind mirrored shattered stars, which live in Heaven, and this is where, in shame and in tears, I hide and cry. And most likely, the Son of God will rage in fire and explode. And he, thee Son, will rise in all God’s universe and begin again with never ending love.

I am but the bluest oceans, and in every seashell I am born and carved, representing illuminating reflections of every beautiful woman.

I am but thee wind which blows through Cameo.

I am but thee wind…

Remember, You Promised Me Heaven

Remember,

you promised me Heaven.

And with all mine’s dreams savored throughout mine’s being, I do indeed remember for you Lord, had once spoke to me, of light throughout Your Kingdom, which had been reflected from walls of sapphire. This gave me hope.

You also spoke of crystal thrones to which we could rest our souls amongst God’s children.

And now, somehow in a lost dream, I can reminisce this joy. For I do, in mine’s beloved heart, miss the enchanting forest around your Camelot, sir, for I am quite lonely from lost love, etc., etc.

Love, in mine’s pain, I cannot confess.

Remember,

you promised me Heaven…

Figure

If you can figure out mine’s words,

you may have me. I do sail freely through time, but can you catch me soaring through my endless skies?

If you can figure out the combination to mine’s chamber, you may know of me. For I am ancient and a rose, but not old. I am distant in flight, but jump out of the sky to kiss your gentle wind. Darling, have you been to the wild quite side? Could you even begin to love that intense? For if you can, please take my hand, filled with words. Hidden are their meaning, but like two horizons that meet, one is Dawn and one is Night, but they remain enchanted with a kiss given by the one who sails through the wind. No! Mine’s words are not of insanity, mine’s words are of my truth, my true honesty and undying forgiveness to many that have crushed all dreams. But with a breath given to this dust of dreams, I am there, yes, I am reborn.

If you can figure out my words,

you may have me. I do sail freely through time, but can you catch me soaring through mine’s endless skies? If you can figure out the combination to mine’s chamber, you may know of me. Mine’s scents allure you, for you have been told before, for I am ancient and a Rose.

If you can figure.

Once Upon A Memory

Once upon a memory,

so long, long ago.

A vision of your reflection remembered. Like silent oceans resting amongst the winter’s earth. And again, I remember feeling alive, and you, mine’s Darling, so still within your quiet thoughts, as your tears of fire beat against the winter earth. And in mine’s mirrored reflection, I see mine’s own frosted tears mix with earth, these tears are slowly given back to an endless sea. God’s Ocean’s Blue, floating breaths from God’s soul, giving life once more. God’s constant creation, all life. Life that sustains constant love in beating hearts, tracking and moving time. Indeed, God’s time, these ticking hearts, tracking and moving, universes unknown to us, but constellations are being born.

And once again, I remember feeling alive, and in evening time, your soul illuminating dark midnight blue, bearing frosted light with rays of red and orange remembered. You had opened and shown me futures comings of nuclear firestorms, which beat against the earth’s shores.

I will only grasp unto your love, your eternal strength, for in truth, I still remain incomplete. And soon mine’s death will be known across many galaxies. Yes, mine’s Lord, I am only one shooting star remembered. I need your love to live. So why, when I look into the silent ocean’s blue, I see you resting amongst the winter earth.

And again, I remember feeling alive.

Once upon a memory,

so long, long ago.

A vision of your reflection remembered…

Summer’s Calling

Summer’s calling from the wind.

I long for blond breezing in the sunrise.

White sands, blue skies, warm seas.

But as for now, only stormy seas, gray skies, and black sands.

I call to the clouds, come fly me for a spell, so I can feel the luminosity of golden rays around mine’s cloud. I miss knowing the treasure of mine’s patron, and long to share clouds with light wings that take flight high above our golden clouds.

Faraway thoughts of summer calling from the wind, I long for blond. Golden wheat blowing with the wind, fresh air when we take flight higher than the clouds. Drifting sadness when we miss flight every sunrise. Sedate mine’s desire for blond.

Indeed, it hurts when summer’s calling from the wind…

I Sail Through Colors

I sail through colors that blow through the wind. I land on a mountain strong like quartz.

Deep is the soul of a mountain of quartz, heavy is its love. Young is its presents, fresh and alive, I breathe thee soil which surrounds mine’s love, and I have been told from a breath from the wind that the soul of this mountain is a King. Invited, surely I dance with scarves to please the King from places far. Warm is his wine, deep is his presence, mine’s heart is filled with love. Unswerving is mine’s color’s that blows through the wind, I am commanded to love and to rest with him. So I lay on