THERE was that sun burning
brightly in it’s haughtiness!
said I, “my heart! it soars
a bit higher” smiled the sun
within a fiery grin-furnace,
“naughtiness!”
And we too shared the blue skies
and then too some fragile
as thin as fields of wheat
burned within our laughter.
:: 09-15-2015 ::
love curved within a flame
ember dancing heart
exquisitely soft
and words?
From a northern wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
pressed lips
and winter that summer
always with you!
:: 09-15-2015 ::
TOO soon too soon
my love my lover
too broad to wide
is such love
my lover
over fields that gold
above hills so high
we drove each other
toward the other side
said i, “i do”
said you, “i did”
and flew us two
beyond the weight of
life
too soon too soon
my love my lover
before you chanced
to place a flower
within my hair
‘no fear my love,
upon this side i own
fields of flowers’
:: 09-15-2015 ::
i AM the small who
loving ALL
a large living
quietly THERE
where GOD permits
poets go to write
to be identified
with all is life
And life is spread
out upon my heart
as golden fields
a heart and soul (me)
tramples in delight
of love for words
and HIS voice
it may be too late for
men but yet early for
God i’ve once read before
and true true Emily!
:: 09-15-2015 ::
IF I should wait
for window panes
too clear for life
I should wait for soul’s eyes
to see
widow’s pain whose eyes
look back upon kinder times
To see a dying eye is two
a broken heart more than few
if I wait for window panes
then pray I allow the rain
to clear the stains
of all I feel
and life too
:: 09-15-2015 ::
A LIGHT of hope exists
till hell finds it’s miracle
and finds it’s scar
that blood assassins find
their mark upon neck
and all of our flesh
T’was later in summer
when the world died
and the dead devour
the living flesh
of our apocalyptic
generation
:: 09-13-2015 ::
BEAUTY is the god permitting
ingenious angels whom (i kissed
within a feverish dream)
that each can make its own
life. And how many times my
heart dragged a sour mouth
–sweet heart. The ache
of love glazed once over,
which is normally death
but not our own.
The promise is life
hung overhead by strength
of undeniable love.
My lover! My only one!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
Where I ever had my hands
upon the embroidered heart
of my soul we danced then
delightfully kissed golden
light-like that sun watching
the blue fell for night
that dark secret spot
only lovers share —
for me and you
i should spread my
humbled promise to never
reveal this beauty
outside of you:
He who wishes
for garments of Heaven
within your heart
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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