unending mist
pierces this reality,
leaving us all
whirling through
truths of dream
and yearning.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
a song
bring me
more
of them sweet rain drops,
the ones that slip
through branch
and leaf
with naive &
bumbling grace,
like children
rolling gleefully
down
hills of grassy green.
i call for the tempest
in all her wildness,
and for skies
so deep in grey,
that Moon feels welcome
to slip in and play.
in this welcome calamity,
on my knees I sing,
for the hope
of a rainbow:
Gaia’s dream.
so,
please,
kiss me
again,
like you used to do,
and let us light the bright
with a magic so
fresh
and so new.
star song
jubilation rings so sweet in this heart, bursting full of the old magic; weaving dream and wonder into golden harmony. come, warm yourself by this song, and sup from this cauldron, asteam with earthly delight. for there is a longing to perform miracles again: these words hunger to tickle your breath with tales of hope again; and these hands yearn to plunge you deep into the wildness of love again; and these lips wish to beckon you with whispers of fire again; and this soul shall once again touch the soft corners your heart.
Pounds and Diamonds
pound me
with the ferocity of your grace.
slam me, with your beauty.
I shall persevere.
Signal
I send these wild words,
to crash gently alongside your soul;
as the sea beats mercilessly
upon rocky shores:
powerfully
&
in vain.
does the stone know
the roiling chaos of the sea?
do you truly feel the depths of this longing?
perhaps,
but
as the tide must roll,
these feelings must flow:
a signal,
that love goes on.
black magic woman
falling back
back,
back,
into that space,
where eyes shone
with wonder,
at the
fascination.
they burned so
hot, with something
very close
to love.
i find myself hoping
for miracles to repeat,
like the first time we met,
again.
i find myself hoping
that you are hoping too,
and from these ashes
we will soar.
smoke signals
do you feel
these soft lips,
whispering
on the misty breeze?
whispering,
and calling you back,
back to me?
dreams of yesterday
wisp on by,
like clouds
racing across this starlit sky.
such sweet ferocity
tangled up within.
the gentle calamity
true fascination brings.
rhapsody of possible delights,
ringing deep in my bones:
my song,
sung just
for you.
blind bliss
enfolded in this
limitless embrace,
every kiss
is
an invitation
to
wonder.
Eternity unfolding:
a myriad of unexpected
moments erupting from
the starburst of our souls.
Paradise.
weavers of magic,
mystery,
and beauty.
together,
our love fuels
a flame
of
destiny,
creativity,
and
hope.
the universe awaits.
reward
reverent gazes thrust upward
towards a tumultuous grey,
ripped calm by azure promises.
young hearts wait patiently
&
joyfully,
under the fading raindrops,
praying for a
miracle renewed.
and,
in the fading corners
of a tempest now forgotten,
hope springs once more,
iridescently fantastical,
magical & true
a reminder
of beauty,
gifted
just to you
rising, once more
slipped so smooth onto my unawareness, your muffled luminescence scalds a fiery soul. i hear you, radiant and roaring, amongst the timid and undeserving rabble. my life rings counterpoint to your forlorn song. celestial beings, you and me, united in a solitude that is so fucking sweet. if only we could... .... .... touching, and feeling, ..... the faded magic of our souls.
theDeprevation 