tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Tag: Soulmate
The Mountain Queen
You are the Mountain Queen. For as long as you can remember, you’ve watched the village far below you. Each night, the forge fire burns and the smith’s hammer can be heard all around you. Since the snow melted, the hammer has been silent… Continue Reading “The Mountain Queen”
Master
Night and day the ink flowed from the nib of his pen. Frantically, mercilessly he scratched his heart, his thoughts, his dreams, his longings and his struggles into the curled pages. They came out in rages and fits. They came out in sonnets and… Continue Reading “Master”
Phoenix Rising – Chapter 6
Looking up into her young lovely face, I was reminded again of the frailty of life. The brevity of it. Chances missed. Opportunities forsaken. I was transported back in time, when I was a headstrong youthful man, full of life and dreams. Born into… Continue Reading “Phoenix Rising – Chapter 6”
Without You Beside Me
I lay here in our bed Alone But when I close my eyes I imagine your arms around me Your breath on my neck Whispers of love and forever On my hip rests your hand A leg thrown over mine If I turn my… Continue Reading “Without You Beside Me”
Come Near
Come near, my Love Lay here in my arms Let me hold you close Stroke your face Breathe you in Absorb all that you are Come near, my Love I long to feel you To stay in your embrace Our bodies entwined Full of… Continue Reading “Come Near”
Missing You
I miss your body lying next to mine Your arm across me Holding me right where you want me I miss your knowing hands waking me With strokes and caresses divine Stoking the flames of my intense passion I miss your rough voice in… Continue Reading “Missing You”
Phoenix Rising – Chapter 7
Hauling the basket of wares and trinkets my master crafted by day on my back had me sore and sweating in the hot sun of summer but I couldn’t help but be just a little excited. Today was market day. True, the market ran… Continue Reading “Phoenix Rising – Chapter 7”
Empty Bed
this morning I reached across the empty sheets and felt for you but you weren’t there you never are and still I automatically reach for you long lonely nights followed by cold hollow days I’m positive spending a whole day with you resting in… Continue Reading “Empty Bed”
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