With wide mind she went
as most behind a fake door
the insurmountable wakeness
as we sought Mercy
But she to the trees swaying
in the torrential storms
and licked the rain as tears
her victory won
IF i lose you, that
is my fear.
And i sing for Spring,
the bones of my self
ache for rebirth now.
Say it, that we all know
we wish a truth for love
as though without us
that we could never be
these Winds could be
as I hold this tree
I seek, I keep,
forever us free.
:: 09-23-2017 :
Where Earth ends oh where!
By the furthest shores?
By the cusp of a volcano?
By the edge of ship’s fall?
The unknown is not met dear
Until your lips touch mine
For the waves lap shores
For the volcano burns hot
For the ship has sails!
And our hearts — the golden
Ratio of divine proportion
And our thoughts the fabric
Of wakeful dreams so dream
We do!
We do!
We do!
Where Earth ends it ends
It ends within the space
Of our eternal hearts
It ends within the 7th wave
Of a message sent by love
It ends boiling as lava
Which flows between hands
And it ends at the bow
As our journey by the front
As our love by the front
As our dreams first my love
Our paradise is the lovely
Where angels weep gently
For the grace of our love
By the truth of all things
Namely the love of us!
:: 09-20-2017 ::
wishing i knew.
i know nothing
but know
that i am
wishing this
something we
all know.
it with no name
but confines us
to the four walls
of this wishing
room of madness.
i sometimes know
this something
but it’s bigness
is larger than
all life.
And at this moment
of knowing what
it is that we all
are wishing i know
its beauty is more.
so wishing is more
than what we can
ever have when
wishing is something
bigger than us.
:: 09-15-2017 ::
this night the wind is speaking softly
to me as aloft as a feather never
touching the ground.
and my love is a distance away.
That love comes to me it comes
mainly at night; when night is
a determined Spirit as so Love.
So my love as we both endure
exhaust from growing emotions as
flowers from Spring and at times
flakes of brilliant snow in cold
moments it is your eternal
hands and heavenly fragance that
exceed all space and time.
It is we who desire to endure!
:: 09-15-2017 ::
THERE I have become a vanquished angel by
awakened eyes so dull by milky shade:
the moon gone before her majesty of Sun
and now morning bright! As ponderous
voices in hallways of books by lined
insecurities: the geese with stiff
necks and her baby followers: we
are everything we see and have been.
Sometimes by the back of wishes
and the promises of forward future:
we can become the better of ourselves
if only we forgive the many who know
us. And we sing like the gawling of cows.
THAT is every this and we cry completely
when we are collectively true: but
little children refrain and ghosts too.
The printed word is more secure
than the act of organic thought.
But love: of no equation
nor of linear true.
And consciousness as a jaguar
touching leaves and puma speeding
through branches of truth.
WE are the journey
WE are the love
WE are the Life
and we are the living.
:: 09-13-2017 ::
WHEN as if –> time
that when no other
was this one: love
and that when I
as my mind thought;
this one.
That love is nothing
but more of time.
THAT memory —
of each other silly,
giggling and plainly
talking and making
love by innuendo
; that we were and
are and were and will
be everything that
is. Isn’t it all
that was wanted?
Yes. It is
the sky and tears
of rain falling
speaking secrets
that only we
have ever known.
Love.
two paws cat.
:: 09-13-2017 ::
You have become and were
always the Spring within my
gentle heart.
As swans of emotions
gilded and silent
the moon as orchestra.
And numberless roses
who petals by kisses
gently fall upon lips.
Ours.
The divine within you
and within me a stupor
by love drunkenness.
Where once were broken
nerves are now nestled
eggs as warm with love.
Us.
:: 09-12-2017 ::
i wish my will for today
and tomorrow
i wish to never forget our love
i wish to forget that yesterday
(and then before)
i wished to death the love of us
and eternity is without time
and love is more
that love is ours
a love alive outside of time
i wish my fears my love i feared
i wished today my love ~
them all away!
and the sun blew a kiss I ate it
all inside for me
that love reside inside of us
my love!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
IF love took me
take me my love
when breathing is
you breathing with me
and life is at
it’s most loving.
And nighttime:
my hand upon your
breast keeps time
as an arm of the hour
stealing moments
within our dark.
As jaws of Cupid open
my priest of pain
begins to sing:
“Ruby heart, padlocks
and all, deployed by
angels smiling
thunderbolt-lust;
and i, too frail.”
Drowning in wishing-
like sea swells
like if love took me
take me my love
across the night
into the dews, and the
‘give me everything
i wish/give me everything
i love/where life is at
it’s most loving.
:: 08-27-2017 ::
The last of a songbird’s notes have fallen into the night’s purse,
and you have known my dances are behind shadows where some of
me has hidden to heal or die.
It seems there are no truths but only dirt and tears and at last
the only remaining mouth that spills songs into hearts
and tender arms is yours my love.
Where we exist there are no stationary objects but a wide orbit
that entertains the unknowable; to feel the butterfly awaken
is an infinite joy stooped upon the vast spirals of our Cathedral.
This love, our love, is universal and eternal.
Forever yours!
:: 07-12-2017 ::
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