death is a weak spoken word
as tinder burning — my love?
We were alive! Once, when
we saw the clouds covering
the quiet land in purple
and blues my dear.
The river was rushinng
thrashing and weathering
the ancient rocks —
our hearts, too!
Many believe death is end
but for lovers the beginning!
I shall be soft while I
conqueor the living now;
I will speak your name
and the celestial beings
— they already weep!
Ah some untouched woman
screaming my name:
dreaming my name as
a wish — she dreams;
I see: every moment
of what it could have
been!
:: 12-03-2017 ::
BRIGHT is the sunlight soul
of brilliant skies!
And love is thrusted unto
the world by divine warmth!
And Kisses like a raging river
fills the belly of lonley lovers
and we weep we weep for joy!
The morning divided by shade
of a curtain called night!
The heart by pain and love
oh! Love is the Sun of all!
i saw a bushy tailed rabbit
sink into her hole! Finding
love within Mother Earth!
OH! Salvation! Salvation!
WE are the kiss given by
the One — by the One
Who gave precious Forgiveness
The forgiveness of All Us!
Lord! God! The Universe
Our Mother!
:: 12-03-2017 ::
AND
what is love?
a penny
upon the eyes?
(death)
Or grand fields
of green and
blue skies.
WHAT is death?
the last breath
wishing love?
(life)
or beautiful moments
of life remembering
small pieces of living.
And little feet running
across rice paper
like winds swaying
giant elephant ears
in late Autumn anguish.
Who alive can see these
miraclous moments//
I say a very old soul!
:: 1o2-03-2017 ::
