And if you heard
the angelic sound
— a musical lyric
in variation — eternal
What words to choose
a mumbling fool may say
— what tears to shed
mostly joyous — though
none I dare to share
Clearly unprepared
is the human mind
and heart to grasp
such grandeur
as God’s beauty
— love and let love
in Peace & Harmony
:::::
ELSE-MIGHT dithers
between would-could
— one slays ambition
while the other
enjoys self-delusion
::::
MY dearest love the night comes
and dreams beg for my entrance
into their sleep-web this night.
But before I go there are a few
words my heart demands of my soul.
That I wish my tongue would shape
from molten steel a word or two
— an anvil to slice through such
dimness that fails its path between
spirit and lips.
So tonight I can only utter simple
–crippled–words:
that I love you so…
:::::
I’M falling into blue-skies
because the world
— is tender-round
Fly my feather-heart
into wind-highs
Because your heart
is blue – it makes me cry
No need for crystal-tears
you can hold my hands
and come fly with me
into love-is skies so blue
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SOFT slender-touch
— are your ways
Blending love-colors
and twisting flow-bends
Such elastic kiss-stretching
from gentle lips
into my burning heart
— melting worry-nothing’s
Such is love-true-true
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SWEET wonder-thought
I visit you often
within my safe-case
Away from the noise
of frentic soul-sought
My comforter be still
Allow me this moment
so late this evening
I feel be-ought thus
we oneness are
Nothing more needed
only you this one-night
Hush…no thought…
Undulating bliss…
No-thing for naught!
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ALLOW me — father time
Cover me gracious one
that age and wear
do not for me
into despair — recede
Keep such fire —
that compels for me
zest and happiness
Disperse the shadows
Love — come closer to me
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MY love walk in love
beneath the fields
of burning stars
So expansive
passion-power
In fiery light
it shines the way
toward my giving heart
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My light sweet light
that covers my soul
comfort this night
as my heart and soul
And bring to Earth
Love and Peace
and allow my actions
to reflect such light
as I also comfort
those I do so love
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Today the winds — gently
into the window blew
Flowers upon the table
danced their natural move
And so I felt
— strangely true
a return of something
dear to me
— a closest friend
My Living Spirit
back to me
I welcome thee
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