And love come to me
more beautifully
than the still fields
of a waiting spirit.
A pain within the heart
as a best friend leaving
me i should not want,
and if love should leave
;a dispute to perish
ought be fought.
The strategy of Cupid
within shrubs should keep
the cherub of this
pronounced affection for you
— it should come!
All through me, by me,
by you, with us eternally.
:: 11012015 ::
h us eternally.
:: 11012015 ::
LIKE a smile you’re so worthy
so pleased by your love,
like a heart-blooded soul.
I thank you // and I’m so
alone; all where I breath.
It must be so strangely
exciting to watch my skin
and blood burn within me,
must be so tenderly kind
to look into my eyes,
and you should know
you’re not alone
each night.
Like a child within a maze
of feelings, look, the sun
burns my path like I lived
before and first they’re
not around so you’re invited
by choice. If (eyes see blue
skies) a silent burning love
is all of the fields of flowers
of love’s eyes. To watch the
sun shed her skin must be a
heart-tender cosmic sharing
of our love!
:: 11012015 ::
SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.
:: ~~ ::
NO I do not believe
never a moment!
Such insanity that
love survives HERE
and my LOVE is over there?
Never!
:: ~~ ::
Was it the summer
that melted
lovers and dreams?
And how to know
what other’s brew
within their hearts
a season unto its own
I should keep myself
within my own
a kitchen of heaven
where meals are born
from life and love
Such fair weather
what storm-burst hearts
When caressing
heat-touch brilliant
morning’s sun each light
drenched steep
Warring showers within
the beautiful sorrows!
On a blue sky mourning
my bruised heart singing
songs-blue jay melodies
in meadows kissing me!
:: ~~ ::
BIRDS & DREAMS
i do miss
the featured
creature
the tickle-beak
upon my hand
as i feed her
all my flying
dreams!
:: ~~ ::
WHAT fear that burns
that all the eye can see
the morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth that melody!
sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal soul
who is lost within last night
upon this beautiful day
of mourning light!
:: ~~ ::
There past the before of today the heart and soul tenderly aches
for the simpler times
of bygone era
where feet once were
to horseback and hoof
as wheels to silver steel wings
— travel much a quickeroo
but less to see!
months to weeks
from days to minutes
dizzy-spinning mind in me!
What future tomorrows
shall less sanity bring
where wings away fall
to conquer nature’s pull
blink-less stellar travel
and time-river reversal!
Such command and power
— but we lose it all,
human-less are we
a mere reflection
of what was-be
such horrid tragedy!
:: ~~ ::
There within that meadow
beneath that weeping willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
there within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and the willow cried
“what soul once chained
— NOW FREE!”
:: 04-03-2014 ::
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