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.

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.



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.





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.



invitation to oblivion: a love song.

tangled up &
heaving,
our love ravaged
bodies
lust
for the prismatic peace
of post-coital embrace.



souls' eye open,
and blind
but to a single truth
undefined.



and,
guided without limits,
our future rolls enigmatic
from Infinity's door.



come,
my fire-weaving Valkyrie,
come and dream with me.


come,
and you will see
how incredible
the unknown will be.