windbrushed clouds
painted
with memories
of steps never taken
blow
through her tangled hair.
old fear swallows
your dreams,
and you awaken slaked
of thirst-
alone
but free.
you want more,
but you run:
the sun
has
set, tis
a
time
for magic,
&
a time for lost souls
to fail and
despair.
sky
open and wide
just
goes
on
and on
and
on…..
bumblebees
drinking
nectar
from the faint
moon print
hanging above:
straight blissin’
on what pleasures
will you dine today?
how far do
you
choose to fly?
expecting
and
wanting.
…. patiently yearning
alone
for that
touch
which never arrives.
you
see eyes
lost
in imagined reverie
of
love’s honeyed ministrations.
but
Truth can only love
one
soul at a time
moss laden forests
hide wanderer
memories
and lovers’ stolen
moments.
lost in that realm
of dream and wonder,
we dance
under an
eternal moon rise.
then kneel before
our fires divine.
as this day,
hallowed
and
ephemeral,
slips
noiselessly through
the veil of time
under
rotting twigs
and lazy newts
fears and hopes
slide down
and
away
in a messy tangle
of putrid delight.
proud, strong,
and
alone,
you wait for the next storm.
if the storm settles,
where will you find me-
should you deign to comb
through the ashes,
and shambles?
shall I leave a map to my soul?
would you heed
its muted call?
perhaps I should let
Fate
lead you
here or,
away.
back to the beginning.
back to my roots.
back to back
and
together again
with nothing
at all
to lose.
one step
back;
step
farther
away,
from
the
sweet nectar
of
yesterday.
so come
with me.
come back,
and
run
with me.
every moment
of
every day
a
miracle
is born
right
under
your
nose.
sneeze,
you precious child of light,
and make a wish.
yes,
you are….
Beautiful
often,
dumbness
is interpreted as
rudeness.
so,
be patient with the dummies,
they just
don’t want you
to know how
dumb they are.
bright people are rarely rude:
they be nasty.
me?
I just wanna be left alone.
Talisman
against
fears of
obscurity eternal.
I write of love,
so you will remember
me
long after
the kisses disappear.
I write of beauty,
so you
will praise me
after my bones
sludge into
mildewed putrescence.
I write
to sketch
the corners of my soul.
I write
because you
will never see
what I see.
you will never love
like I love
so
I am writing
for me.
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