WHERE must I go
to kiss a dream
and hug a thought
or such things
— to fold a river
or bending time
Seriously I ask
such silly questions
might you smile
— or even laugh!
But it’s my pleasure
— as my heart
nor my spirit ever grew
beyond the age of two
Why would I ever
ask for forgiveness?
::12-22-2013::
IT WAS here beneath the willow upon this heart-kiss perfect day
that I caught the string upon which beats your tender heart.
My love what would such a song be if that sparrow could feel
that which burns for you within me? And those daisies that spread
yellow splashes of brilliant sun-skin upon God’s slice of paradise
— what paint-passion colors would the brush of Cupid stroke?
And the air my dearest beloved! What if the very air we breath
— could taste the fruit-love that grows upon thy vine of delectable passion!
Surely it would fragrant the likeness of cherry blossom no doubt!
My love — the night! Imagine the darkness changing it’s ancient wardrobe
upon seeing the crystal-light heart that burns brilliant within your warm bosom.
Dear Sweet Love, I clearly confess such things are at times emotionally and
devastatingly pleasurable to think whilst alone this night!
::12/21/2013::
GOLDEN dreams
once I had
— like swaying braids
of yellow wheat
across vast fields
of loving land
But such dreams
— in parched days
withered-dried
and so they died
Now I sleep
and pray to dream
of crystal lands
and blue-kiss skies
She touches me
and my fears flee
Tenderly sleep-dream
kissing me
— we tenderly dream
>12/22/2013<
I WAS lost
— when i died
from love
A victim of faith
and sincerity
bringing home
— reality
As flowers bloom
— beneath the sun
only words and acts
alone won’t lend
the magic that love
— upon depends
But within my heart
— the romantic lives
and knows one day
— here will she be
and then I will know
— she is my love
–01/25/2013–
IF with ancient eyes
you could see
the grinding passage
of human-time
And the cycles
that dance upon
the hearts and minds
of all-in-kind
What say, for your
tender-sanity
— might plead
to be released
from the criminal act
of human folly
::::
I LIVE with you
within my heart
It has no door
— lest you escape
And windows
— there are none
The meadow is here
— for you to lay within
And the sun shines!
— as do the stars
All are within my heart
— beautiful souls may come
but I shall never let go!
::::
I made a meal
for you and me
but my plate
was bare
— save the porcelain
— one for you
The truth
of this matter
as surely you may know
— I cannot eat a meal alone
So I watch your plate
and silver fork
and know where
this scene will go
— as my thought wanders
across the big unknown…
Today I placed
a vase of flowers
upon your burial stone
— in the rain
Mourning is the meal I eat alone
::/::
IT was the eve of a brilliant sunset
that love passed my way this night
It swept in on a wisp of fragrant air
Honeysuckle-spring lips soul-touch.
It was tremble-thunder delight
knee bending soul-clutching bliss.
But as it came so it left me this night.
Between the wings of a butterfly…
Softly it flew away…
My hands to slow…
My heart now cold
My love
I go…
:::::
THERE is an entrance
into this world
— the comfort room
that we depart
A way station
for the souls
between past
and future life
It is the meet
and greet for all
before new
skin suits
— go bravely
Again we
shall meet!
:::::
ELSE-MIGHT dithers
between would-could
— one slays ambition
while the other
enjoys self-delusion
::::
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