somewhere
twixt there and
near,
we meet. again
caught,
somehow
unawares.
mystic starlight bursts
on the edge of night’s phantom
touch:
flickers of summers past,
and glimmers
of joys to come.
the magic grows,
quelling the mystery
and fear. but still
here
we are, again
stuck ‘tween the two.
fueling this fire
of passion, beauty, and
wanton desire.
fiercely tamed
by pride,
I come to you
for some succor and
respite
from the storm within.
wickedly,
shamelessly,
my light slips out -unexpectedly
and
needlessly.
and,
through these broken eyes
Truth washes away reality.
will you give me
what i
ask?
or
must i take it
again
and again,
like a chaste whore,
born again?
summer rains.
waiting &
unexpected, as
youth rolls on by,
like a bat, drunk on moonbeams
on a cloud filled night:
Unanticipated
& waiting
for spring
to come,
when summer
slips
softly
into fall.
a sliver
of a whisper
draws me back
to you.
i cannot help but stare,
and the wanting
leaves me ravenous.
the wickedness
of this memory’s tangibility
lifts my sunken heart.
and the beauty
of solitude,
pristine like a perfect winter day
chills this fiery soul.
a day of neverending calm,
free of the fields of feeling
that hosted our summer play.
free
of the love
that fear sent away.
so in the corners of this night
I reach for you
with these words,
but the darkness has fallen,
and hope has too.
golden waves
of joy
light
my day
with hope, flooding
these senses with possibility.
yet it is under your midnight sky,
shrouded in mystery
and
wonder,
where I find Truth.
this cathedral of wonder,
where I lift my heart to sing
in worship
of the infinite within.
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?
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