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.
wanting
waiting
whispering
within
&
without.
air crackling
through rasped lungs
as you kneel,
stuck in the anticipation
which looms hungrily between the moments.
a growing yearning for
chaos and thunder.
a thirst for the incredible.
waiting,
for a storm
to match the tempest
in your heart.
a slow burn
rises
underneath the plains.
and it is midnight still.
Santa Ana Hoodoo gone wild.
And I like it…
quenched by the
dry electric air…..
I’m electric too.
storm’s been abrewin’,
some 42 years now.
CRAAAADAACK!
Let’s Play.
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.
lifted so high
on a bed of azure perfection,
i want you-
to possess,
and be possessed by,
your wonder.
so swiftly you fly.
……so swiftly.
who pulls you
away from me?
or
do you run
to the embrace of your true beloved?
somehow
tonight, i know you can hear me.
i feel
you watching,
lovingly, over me.
tonight,
i give myself over
to your whim.
tonight,
i am yours,
absolutely
and,
this night shall never end.
longing
for the sweet smell of home.
the smell of history,
whispered through the air.
that familiar smell,
of power
rising,
…….from the very earth.
home, where i bathed in starlight,
letting rivulets of wisdom
roll down my soul:
tears of the ancestors
who mourn what was yet to be.
tears of the ancestors
who mourn what would never be.
so i sing,
that they know,
what has come to be,
i sing
that they know our new story.
and i sing,
that they dry their tears.
and i sing
that they might welcome me home.
no longer welcome,
no longer afraid,
no longer the child
who sang sadly in the rain.
a wild wind blows,
whispering peace
and destruction.
a wild wind blows
calling your name.
what destiny awaits
the steadfast and true?
what reckoning follows
where the wild wind goes?
silent
& thunderous.
an inferno
of the serene.
I look
up
in awe, my heart
leaping
across infinity
as your cool flame scalds my soul.
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.
