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.

Asante Sana (digging on you)

your eyes
brimming with cool
ancient fire,
send sparks
of joy
racing
beneath my skin.


but,
the jolt of your wonder
rocks me
deep.


a future wild,
unpredictable
and free, filled
with mischief
and surprise,
awaits us.



only if

if you felt
the thrill of destiny
the way I do,


you too
would fly.


but,
if you could feel
what I feel,
maybe i wouldn't
share how
happy it feels
to be so sweet on you
(nah, I would).



so i soar, high
on this splendiferous bliss,
reminded of the magic
and the beauty
released
with every silly giggle
that set our souls awiggle,
and
each tender kiss,
shared twixt trembling lips.

and i thank you
for briefly glimpsing infinity
with me.

scratching bliss

drowning
in the tickled wordplay
of profane hucksters
lacking
depth,
and sincerity
of purpose,
and love-
like the clumsy
flailings of titillating foreplay
missing that soft
singular kiss
from trembling, anticipating lips.


glimpsing,
and
brushing
the edges
of
infinity,
yet never cleaving
unto Truth.

close your eyes,
and
taste these lips,
and slip
off this
cliff,
unto beauty,
and ruin.

Moon’s Kiss

it is not love
i seek
in your effervescent shine.


nor do I yearn
to dive too deep
into
your wonder,
and feel your splendor
unfold.


but,
as you glide
so soft across the night sky,
full of grace and
mystique,
and so much style,
you remind me of
what it means,
to be truly free.



so,
under your ancient ephemeral glow,
we laugh and
dance like demons lost,
full of decadence,
and forbidden de-
light.



too loud,
and
with piercing fire in our eyes,
we call out
your name
and give thanks
for the love you show.


Yeah,
we thank you,
and we burn so fucking bright.



Dawning Reality: Dreams For Tomorrow

darkness retreats once more,
stolen away
by pastels so soft
and so sweet...
kinda like
the bum fuzz
of trumbling bumblebees.


and the surety
of Night's mystery
is lost
once again,
to the wild wonder
and dazzle
of a new day.


but here,
right now,
in this gentle in-between,
where the witches
and fairies,
and magicians still play,



i remember when
you & I
would dance
too,
together;
blissfully innocent?
courageously optimistic?
or maybe,
just at peace
with life,
and one another.



so i dream a bit longer
and pray you do too.

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.