racing,
gracefully, across the burning dawn,
her sliver of wonder catches my eye,
setting a flame to the magic inside.
…and she moves on.
triumphant, vainglorious….untested,
and blessed
with a golden touch of destiny,
a new day rises.
filled with promise
and hopes undeclared.
and so, a great joy grows in my chest,
yet i long
for my lady of the night.
i yearn for her mystery, and thirst
for her wisdom.
so i wait
for darkess to fall,
so we are free to fly,
together again.
weighing heavily on these rigid bones:
silence reigns, for the music has gone.
a hummingbird’s song
is all
that remains
in this nightingale soul.
spring rain,
now a cacophony of pain,
washes the fear from my stare.
but this
shameful,
sheltered,
shattered heart
reflects a thousand fears yet untold.
through the emptiness
we are alone.
amidst the crowd
we drown.
what joy and peace
yet to be found-
lost
in the mist
of a love
forlorn.
lost among these branches
i see naught
but what is.
Not another trembling
spirit in sight
none but but me.
i long not
for another:
this,
is my story.
i want not
for company:
here,
I am free.
the wind gusts pityingly
through the tatters of ego.
I feel
Everything,
and
Nothing knows me.
walking this road – it seems
to nowhere,
may just lead you
to everything you never knew
you needed.
life’s beauty
shared, through the angel wings
of our very being:
every experience,
every victory,
every loss:
every one, a beat of your wings-
brushing gently
on the soul of one in need.
so, live LARGE
&
live strong.
and you will feel the sweet touch
of angel wings…..
from the many angels you lifted
by living your song.
the journey is only just begun.
come and fly with us.
we are not alone.
the tingling, stinging frost that rips my skin
belies the blistering heat
flowing from a soul afire.
bathe me in your grace,
as I writhe idolatrous,
drowned in our pleasure:
devouring your succor;
hungering for more.
Love
leads
us to truth.
we climb
through the rubble
and debris and lies
of a past less ordinary
to claim our
History.
Love
cuts
through our soul
I hear you
when you can’t speak.
I feel you
when you cry out
in joy
or in pain,
I got you.
Love
bonds
us to love.
let us cry out
together.
let them know
our song.
let them know
that we are more.
my love
is
your love
I got you,
and you have me:
all
of
me.
what else do we need?
together
we are
one.
epilogue:
my heart
to your heart.
your beautiful soft lips
to mine.
tell me no lies
and I will
sing
to you
of love.
tightly rounded shoulders.
arms crossed
defiant.
emotional mma champ
4 decades running.
all
holds
barred.
pursed and
shriveled lips
frame an austerity
so sharp,
your acerbic wit
oft goes
unchallenged
&
unnoticed….
like your heart.
not yet shriveled,
it is tight with a yearning,
for that breath of life
denied
so long ago,
time
and time again.
you see,
when you looked in my eye
and said,
“I’ll be fine”.
I already knew.
and you did too.
a storm beckons
and I look for you.
these hands
seek comfort
in protecting
you.
but,
with head
layed down
on
soft, rounded breast,
i surrender,
drowned
in power primordial.
lend me
your strength ma’-
let us roar once again
and show
them
how deep love can go.
a storm beckons
and we look to one another.
summer winds
stall,
and there
you are:
…. frozen
in emotional
doldrums.
not even this
sweltered heat
can melt
past fears which
crystallized your soul.
gentle hands may
soon shake you free,
grasping with loving
kindness
and infinite understanding.
but me,
I’ve gone fishin’
