luring me back
safely
to a kingdom of childhood wonder,
these sparks
of divine possibility
lead me
recklessly
into a future
drowning in alchemy,
faith, and
dirty down home blues.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
dancing on the rainbows to come
do you simply see
sorrows
singing in the rain,
amidst the wonder
of this love?
bird
&
beast beckon you
to play,
yet simple sorrows still
cloud your day.
if but you
had
the courage
to laugh
proud and full,
perhaps then,
truth
would flood over,
and through.
ahh my child,
if you could
but know
the deep joy
that storms
within the heart of you.
Eruption
glancing
into a fragment
of infinity,
my heart is so full,
and yearns for all.
collapsing upwards
into a sky divergent,
this boundless euphoria
scorches heaven
with beauty
born
from a love lived without limit.
more summer dreamin’
shimmers
of tomorrow flicker in the rearview,
God,
how I loved doing
those things
we would do.
if but we
were young once more,
could we,
would we,
should we
dare,
to walk once again
through that golden door
and taste the future,
in all its sweet finality?
night’s reign
long
after
nightingale's final song,
as wisps
of shadow grasp the softness
at her edges,
these bewitched hours
sift
the words from memories lost
and forgotten,
leaving me
bare,
raw and exposed...
free to feel
once more,
the soft and gentle lips
of nostalgia's first kiss.
cool summer dreamin’
a sea of fire
flies
around me.
the wonder
of the MOMENT
split
asunder,
between yesterday's faith,
today's grace,
and
the beauty
of a million lost desires.
come dance
with me amongst this ocean
of incandescent dreams.
come, sweet devil,
and let us remember
once more
to be
free.
on the verge
this thick verdancy assails
my other senses,
-although the sweet taste
of summer, hanging indolent
and heavy,
breaths past my quiescent lips.
yet it is the tangible lushness-
of mere color, that
stirs something primordial
and
raw.
i want.
i will.
i am.
misty monday musings
so many dreams
dancing
just beyond.
waiting
to be heard
by your scintillating song.
would you
but slip
through this pause,
alone
with me
you may know
gaiety, and
the deity
burning deep within your sea.
then
perhaps,
Destiny would seem
passing fancy,
and mere curiousity
for the likes of you
and me.
whispering bliss
tantalizingly
safe
in this faint
elusive wisp
of
Here &
Now,
like
the scent of
Jasmine,
dancing ecstatic,
'cross summer fields
full of fireflies
and
other forgotten dreams.
Raptor Rapture
secure
under
Her unwavering protection
and
fading brilliance,
they dance.
snared within Her unblinking stare
they rise,
and tumble
in flagrante,
rousing Dawn
in
these
small hours,
to
reclaim a grandeur
long lost,
but ne'er forgotten.
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