whispers continued, a soleful solstice

winter
or
summer,
the story remains
the same.

unchanged
and haunted,
do not pity a
trusting fool.

hope,
forever
lost and
hidden
from love’s true form,
spirals
within the
horrific void
of
doubt,
and fear.

self-inflicted hurts
bury the soul
in shame.
self inflicted shame
buries the soul
in hurt.

so,
there is only faith.

lightly whispered in the wind.

faith that the path
through the darkness,
will come back
to me.

faith
in the eternal nature of the spark within.

faith,
that hope shall spring again.

faith,
that beauty knows my name.

faith,
in the wisdom of my way.

miracle, a solstice plea

time slips
to a pause.
see? nothing but
a deep blue cracked moment.

shards of possibility
carefully scattered
under the bright cold sun.

i seek the wisdom…
no.
i seek the magic of the earth spirits,
i seek answers
i seek solutions
i seek to realize the truth i already know
i seek a way to seek no more.

so close
yet worlds apart,
perhaps my journey does not end here?
holes in my shoes
right through the soul.
i don’t want to walk
anymore.

so,
deep spirits, who light this darkest day.
come,
and fill me with your mischief
and wonder.
come, and light my way.
so i may see
the happy ending
i desperately seek,
and make a new beginning.

smilin’ optimystically

grinnin’ foolishly-
no shame at all

heart boomin’ like a U2 song

feelin’ more
than one
thousand
feet tall

knowin’
that the world
awaits my fire:
a blaze
whetted by
desire

 

all this
from a kiss-

shared by
our sincere lips
 

going home

home,
where dreamers
and lovers
rule
with velvet fists.

 

home,
where swallows and
dragonflies
scribble love notes
across the sky.

 

 

take me along that silvery path
that leads beyond the moon and stars,
where
unicorns and dragons play.

 

 

 

take me to that simple place
where love shines openly from my face.

 

 

that simple place
that fearless place
that eternal place
that sacred space

 
or,
close your eyes….
and let me take you there –
I promise, we won’t need go far.

Found, Wanting

the scales have been set
aside.

but,
a thumb rested on the other plate.
-not the delicate fingers of fate.

so now,
my mighty flame is
but
a single ember
resting upon a bed of
sticky dew.

you see, concocting connectivity
takes more than magic,
or sex sparked electricity.
it takes more than time.
unfortunately, it even takes more
than a pretty little rhyme.

under a blanket of Fate,
you need Happenstance
and Kismet
and Angels by the dozen
roiling in a cosmic orgy,
busting the boxsprings of the Universe.

but even that orgasmic effort
will not turn
your heart
until
you see

emptiness twisting carefree in the wind.

until
you hear

starlight glimmering in your soul.

………………….

and a breeze blows,

that ember begins to glow…..

and a breeze blows.

Echoes of What Could Be

faint
whispers
call softly,
like the night fire’s morning embers.

call to you,
…call to me,
call us
to share that spark,
and build a warming flame
-together.

take my hand
for it is cold,
but I know the way.
come,
let us light the winter of the world,
both night
&
day.

come,
beautiful
child of Gaia,
come and play with me.

the future
is here.

and it is ours.