dragonfly
blows dry the morning
dew,
wings a-buzz
with the thick call of summer.
swallow
slips graceful
o’er cool evening breeze
through sunlit shimmer,
to slice
the corners of the wind.
and here,
twixt verdant moments
we wait patiently
for yesterday
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eyes so big
and so blue
steal my will away
to you.
Forever
is long away,
as near to us as
Yesterday.
I will...
if you will too.
I promise.
I really do.
Twilight
not so sweet
surrender
into a future
long presumed, yet
still
unexpected.
oblivion calls, and
love
beckons me close.
I long
to be near
again.
3,000 Fireflies, 1 Angel, and a Devil too.
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.
rainbow capsule
glimmering prism,
a promise of scintillating
delights-
this instant
captured
just
for
you.
this moment, private and
ecstatic:
dawn’s promise
magicked into a wonder most miniscule.
such beauty must needs
not be shared
recklessly.
such adoration
demands loving devotion
to that singular wildness
of you.
yet Trust,
ever dogging the heels of Love,
knows no bounds, and tastes
freely the cusp
of every
breath.
so yes, my sweet soul warrior,
as you slip softly
into a dream manifest,
let these words lead you back,
deep inside,
to the shelter
within.
turn
rolling on,
over and
under,
you won’t wait for me….
please
don’t go.
your eyes
whisper
goodbye
please,
don’t go.
we never promised
forever,
but somehow,…
please
don’t go.
never
enough….
time
but love,
overflowing.
but please my friend
don’t leave.
still
waiting.
a cup
that never runneth.
even birdsong
drowns
in its own stagnation.
something,
coming but
never here….
only the
waiting.
waiting for love to finally (re)appear.
waiting for destiny to thrust aside care.
waiting for hope to push back fear.
waiting to age, one more year.
flowing
through rushing currents
of life ecstatic,
still my friend,
i wait for you.
prayer
waiting
for you was never a chore
because you
were always there
next to me.
loving you
burns
like
24 year old scotch
whiskey
slipping under my soul.
life
is filled
with wonder and
peace when
my gaze meets
yours.
you
and
I
shall travel forever
dancing
together on
infinite winds
across the
wings of
memory.
yes,
we will know
eternity.
❤️❤️❤️
time (in dog years)
dragging us closer
to
union
and
further
apart.
so
my love,
encapsuled
in
each
falling
grain
of sand,
is bundled
up in fear
of losing.
yours
however,
flows
eternal,
and only
grows.
Reminder
settled into
a frozen moment
of tranquility.
a statue of grace
amidst
the torrent.
still,
and
waiting-
without waiting.
virtue realized.
true wisdom,
simplified.
a reminder
from the sacred,
directly to me.
or…simply coincidence,
speaking
to me.
I’m listening.
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