would
you dance
with me...
through flickering flame?
would you sail
with me,
through shadow
and
rain?
would you
remember
that spark
we shared,
deep in awe?
would you
love
me again,
as once
I
loved
you?
would we
but
try to live true
and free.
would
we
be...?
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
catch and release
sweet calls
of spring,
carry softly to the sea,
plunging deep
to awaken
tempestuous beauty.
star-burnt mahogany
thirsts still,
for the golden embrace
of celestial flame.
dreams linger
so happy and so free
on a sunlit breeze,
ready to be plucked
gently,
and devoured
rapturously
by you,
and
me.
Hawk and Horse
racing 'cross gusts of desire,
a stampede of emotion
sends
me soaring.
and here,
in between it all,
I find
You,
so steady,
and true.
shadows of dusk, devouring the dawn
burning
dark,
and silent,
and
hungering for what was,
Night rolls
unmercifully on.
claiming hope
in gaping maw,
Her sharpened fears
pierce veils of doubt.
Yet,
the crock crows
and you are reborn:
Star child,
Star fire....
Love's consummated desire.
A Million Droplets, Hanging In The Air
the sweet whisper of Night's wonder lingers on between fog and field, and muted heart. -a kind caress upon this old fool's soul. the thrill of our wildest abandon lost, in a swirl of misplaced memories, cloud this mist with the sweet taste of a destiny foregone, and fill the in-between spaces with our hidden dreams and forgotten desire. Dawn approaches gently with her ever tantalizing promise, and this longing remains still.
Fulfilled
the glint of
summer, and
its gentle storms that ignite the very sky
flash
fierce across her
young eyes.
and,
dancing across his full
and trembling
lips,
the promise
of a thousand tomorrows.
and so they walk on,
with neither hope,
nor care
for what may come.
with this moment won,
nothing more needs be done
soulitude
floating,
through epiphanous slumber;
plagued with wizened hopes,
the wanderer seeks
the lingering promise of
a dream deferred.
trudging
deep under bowered wood,
missed
by mystery,and
dissed
by destiny,
he sets forth again,
on a journey
not yet begun.
Fate,
faithfully fickle,
but often true,
yearns,
to once more warm her long fingers
against the
glowing embers
of his hearth.
"Harken
to the song
rising
from within:
a chorus
of miracles
calls.
will you
submit
to the
deepest wonders
of your soul?"
mirror frontin’ with the yams
awestruck
and
trembling,
and humbled by the magnitude…
we rise triumphant,
again.
sailing
free
upon these roiling currents
of lovetruth,
destiny,
and single malt brew.
will you
dare
to know?
could you
dare
to be
the truth
and wonder
simmering deep within?
demon child,
birthed in the darkness and
graced by starfire,
the world waits
your wicked desire.
come,
let us dance together
as we devils do,
clutching infinity,
for we are too few.
Dawn Thunder
giants loom
in the cracks
of these tiny hours,
casting shadow
against the softness of night.
yet,
this light-
ness of spirit,
burning so bright
and so pure,
cleaves ever unto
truth,
as river
sculpts
rock
and time
to perform the impossible,
with patient and placid persistence.
but,
before you slip
smoothly
into this stream of wonder,
flowing from the font within,
a warning, to the dreamers:
Beware,
for here there be devils at play,
carving miracles with love,
and with flame.
Beware,
for the future knows your name.
...
and as a crimson tear falls
up the corner of a deep purple sky,
Destiny calls
as night dances away,
and the last mothers bow down
and cry,
for a new day rises,
and they fear the coming fall.
a million miracles
whispers in the wind
brushing free
yesterday's need,
and
the
chit-
chatter
gossip of birdsong
ring this
moment
with chaotic calm.
As is Her way.
humbled,
awestruck,
and empowered,
i kneel
and give thanks
for the beauty.
a mere spark,
of an itinerant flame,
seeking secrets
that loom within.
let me sing and
let me dance.
let me share the joy
of you,
with you.
this boundless love is yours,
mother,
so let us
dance,
as children do.
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