Life’s Goal by Misti

Silent are the tears that fall,
Yet immense the pain they bring,
One trembles in that lonely place,
And crumbles from life’s sting…
Forever staring out and searching life’s open plain
For that blanket of understanding and warmth, of which I wish to claim.
And yet my heart is open to fix another’s soul
For easing someone else’s burden is a truly perfect goal…

La Misti xxtears


Will She Still Love Me by Misti

Will she still love me, will she not, will she still love me, will she not?’

Like a flower coming into bloom, she charmed all with her wondrous revelations, she rose from the ground each day her strength defined.

And he came to tease her, to conquer her strength, fearing the rose that charmed the birds and the honeybees.  Once he’d nurtured her, loved her and made her his.  And she’d shone for him, her smile reaching up to the sun, to the moon and to the stars enhancing their glow.  He feared her growth, that its speed would be her undoing and in turn his.  And so he’d slowly plucked each petal from the rose, watching her beauty wither and cry out to him…

His heart still sore, he’d walked away silently wishing she’d rise again another day.  And from a distance he kept that wish, watching and praying she’d rise again…but for him.

The Rose has bloomed, her touch velvety smooth yet the thorns that guard her hold a deadly spike.  Dancing in the sunlight, she smiles…her silent laughter reaching to the skies. Her bloom tilted, still awaiting his return.  For though he may be her destruction she loves him still, her heart far wiser and her growth no longer racing but poised in the reflection of a love once lived…rose



The Hermit’s Awakening by Misti

Silence is golden.  I hear the silence and then the subtle back drop of life enhancing it.  The bleat of sheep, the hum of a jet passing overhead but they fade allowing the sweet melody of songbirds to dance upon the soft breeze.  I have heaven in the center of my upturned hand as I stand alone atop my mountain.

My eyes drift, envying the skill of an eagle that soars high in the sky.  I, Misti of the mountain feels the nature that flows through my heaven on earth, rising from its soil creating a wondrous untouched land for all gods creatures.

I feel life just as I felt love.  For the brief space of a year I rejoiced in equal adoration, love and lust.  My man, my everything who rescued me from my hermit existence and breathed fire into my heart.  One can’t explain this love that goes beyond planning a life together and instead is about shared silences where mind and bodies are entwined, where a captured look bleeds passion into your soul, where making love becomes a raging desperate battle.  Like days of old when inside a cave a blazing fire would burn, man would take woman in every sense of the word with no poetic wizardry but giddying groans of ecstasy.

And then with the onset of summer…my love was gone.  No reason, no rhyme.  And I’d never felt pain quite like it.  I thought I would die, I wanted to die.  The hell turned days long, storms of emotion raged in on a tide that would suddenly without warning ease turning to calmer waters, where I’d sit and reflect and believe I was strong again.

And I am strong because I ride the crest of the wave still and yet remain standing.  Though my tears fall and my heart aches, I raise my head and smile, I do so because I have escaped my life’s prison.  Now I stand atop my mountain no longer the Hermit, no longer afraid of love and I hold my palm up and reach out.

Some might say the Hermit is crazy.  I say like a seedling buried beneath the heavy weight of the earth, slowly but surely she struggles against the intolerable force and yet rises to meet the sun (so did I).  Caressed by the love of the Gods, nurtured to life, a unique bloom unfolds to tease the honeybees and languish in the sun’s rays.

Life can be cruel and for those who are born with emotion flowing through their minds, their bodies, there is danger they will become an enigma that others choose to wound.  Nature is my home, nature is my protector, when my tears fall it’s this wondrous beauty that is there to envelop me.

The skies turn grey, the winds rage and lightning strikes electric forks into the ground ~ that’s anger!  The sun will rise, calming the storm and my smile will out because…I’m stronger and because my heart has known such love and holds such love for all…