in the silence
there is nothing
but
the faint cry of infinity,
yearning to touch
and
be touched
by the ferocity
of this soul.
the maelstrom awaits.
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am i that rainbow which i seek
hiding
always
beyond the next peak?
am i that dream which i desire
lighting
this heart
aflame with desire?
i close my eyes
and yearn no more
and finally i
enter the door.
hunger
bitter silence whets perfection.
yearning satisfies a sweet tooth.
yet,
even as absence feeds
the emptiness lingering within,
you my love,
are full
of becoming.
damn!
step willingly
into the calm, and
you
may catch glimpse
of the shadow
swirling within.
feed that darkness
and feel
your fire burn
bright.
MorningStar
there,
behind the mirrors
and
between
delusion,
goes your shadow,
fleeing,
from what must be.
a shame, for that shadow is me.
Redoubt
pierced
deep
deep
deep
by nature's slings
of wondrous beauty,
this fascination only swells,
and so we live
to celebrate
one
more
day.
sifting
lifting
and
drifting, but always
grifting
the moments,
yearning
for more.
but, when
sifting through the ashes
i find my lost gold.
oh,
if you
only knew
what I have
in store.
obtuse absurdities disguised in the esoteric and abstract
seeking infinity
in a
tumble of
words
and feeling,
the truth fails,
victim
to lust
and fear.
loosening the bonds
of need and
embracing the void
of love,
we fall
back
into ourselves
ready to soar once more.
selfish
in the small hours
underneath
Candlelight's waver, and
in between Heron's gorgeous squawk
and starlight whispers,
I find you
again.
right here,
so close
to me.
so I slip back,
hurtling gently once more
into the depths of our love.
prayer
what then,
when words hide
from the tumult
within?
where then,
may this soul find solace,
if
not
with you?
strong
secure
sure
&
sly....
the soul warrior moves in such a way...
such was my way....
such way is no more.
shadows fall
along this
way,
and
in light's
absence, truth
reveals itself,
anew.
truth forgot,
in moments of pleasure;
truth forged
from the ash;
truth born
within
me.
and so,
as future flees once again
through the mist
and the shadow,
that old magic finds
its way back
to me.
sweet words
fly once more...
from these trembling lips,
humming toward ecstasy,
to unleash the sacred
as purest profanity.
come,
and pray with me.
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