LP No. 44_2021_love songs

reverberations of summers gone past
wrinkle my nose
as i sink back
into this nostalgic reverie.

she arrives early,

gliding
in with grace,
and a knowing grin,
already tempting
Summer’s sin.

and this sun missed skin
longs
to be sunkissed again,
that darkened ebony glow,
a mark of Ra’s love.

so i sing
in silent harmony
with three birds sitting
in the crooked tree.

LP No. 40_2021_communions and confessions

slipt
softly through
shadow and cloud,
returning again
to me,
as you always do.
a wraith of perfection,
a beacon for a dreaming soul

without knowing,
i wait.

i wander through my days
waiting

for you.

waiting
to throw my very being
against
your implacable calm
and drink in
your luminescence.

you give me nothing.

and I feel
nothing.

but in your Graceful flame,
devoid of love,
i touch infinity.