My Pecan Tree Poetry Blog

Pillars of light
Standing side by side
Blending with the light of the world
Creating blended lights within blended existences
No boundaries – no parameters
Just light, two lights, blending into one.
Side by side, amongst many lights.

Subtleties of the wind, like their flickering paths
Sometimes causing a shift
Sometimes wreaking a havoc
Always bringing peace when it subsides.

Serenity that is as strong as the light
Serenity that is as strong as the collective glow
A single light standing strong for
Serene dreams of the perfection of two.

Dreams of possibilities
Aloft as to where the lights shall shine
The wind blows
Another horizon, a safe place
The creation of other dimensions
Defined, refined, or re-defined.

Serenity that is as strong as the light
Serenity that is as strong as the collective glow
A single light standing strong for
Serene dreams of the perfection of two.

Some lights smolder
Engulfed by illusory beams
Trying to find the path to the true light
Of one, destined to be two.

Serenity that is as strong as the light
Serenity that is as strong as the collective glow
A single light standing strong for
Serene dreams of the perfection of two.

And when the foundations are truly shaped
Like rock and sand
Crystal clear becomes of the dreams of man
The meshing of the lights are invoked.

Serenity that is as strong as the light
Serenity that is as strong as the collective glow
A single light standing strong for
Serene dreams of the perfection of two.

Celestine McMullen Allen
Copyright 2010

If I beckon to you a sunrise
It means that I feel our serenity.

If I beckon to you a sunset,
It means that I feel the comfort of
our eternities together.

If I beckon to you one star,
It shall be the brightest at its most northern point.

If I beckon to you my heart,
It will always beam of hope.

Beyond us, always perfecting our love
As us, always living our being together.
Beckoning two souls that have always been destined to be.

What keeps us from taking that first step?
How does a child know when he is ready to walk?
How does a heart know when it is ready to love?
How does a soul know when it is ready to live?

Strength in nurturing

Is there a threshold?
Is there a common foundation?
Is there a safe haven?
Is there a sense of peace?

Strength in nurturing

Of the walk, it’s about nurturing.
Of the foundation, it’s about nurturing.
Of the peace, it’s about nurturing.

Strength in being and finding our place is about the nurturing.

Celestine McMullen Allen

It rained for me last night
The emotions came as a wave, engulfing me
Bringing forth the need to overcome, move forward,
and go beyond the horizons; reaching for the setting and rising convergence.

As the tears crested, I braced the storm, only to let the tears flow like a mighty river.

I braced myself, the emotions turbulently held steadfast.
I held steadfast, the emotions quietly subsided.

Relenting, letting the flood flow
Releasing, as a breaking dam
Bringing peace.

Celestine McMullen Allen

Eternal feelings,
Internal to the depth of external realities
From the source which nurtures.
Love begets love.

Eyeing, feeling, understanding
Being in the moment
The passion
The realities of that which can claim
the phrase coined love.
Yes, Love still begets love.

Is it defined in a bottle?
No, shatter that.
Is it defined in a lifestyle?
No, break those bounds.
Is it defined in a perception?
Open thine eye.
For love truly begets love; no boundaries.

Is it defined in a moment shared, an hour of knowing, and a lifetime of existing together?
Yes…….love begets shared love in varying contours of life.

Celestine McMullen Allen