this thick verdancy assails
my other senses,
-although the sweet taste
of summer, hanging indolent
and heavy,
breaths past my quiescent lips.
yet it is the tangible lushness-
of mere color, that
stirs something primordial
and
raw.
i want.
i will.
i am.
Category: Tonantzin
misty monday musings
so many dreams
dancing
just beyond.
waiting
to be heard
by your scintillating song.
would you
but slip
through this pause,
alone
with me
you may know
gaiety, and
the deity
burning deep within your sea.
then
perhaps,
Destiny would seem
passing fancy,
and mere curiousity
for the likes of you
and me.
whispering bliss
tantalizingly
safe
in this faint
elusive wisp
of
Here &
Now,
like
the scent of
Jasmine,
dancing ecstatic,
'cross summer fields
full of fireflies
and
other forgotten dreams.
Raptor Rapture
secure
under
Her unwavering protection
and
fading brilliance,
they dance.
snared within Her unblinking stare
they rise,
and tumble
in flagrante,
rousing Dawn
in
these
small hours,
to
reclaim a grandeur
long lost,
but ne'er forgotten.
catch and release
sweet calls
of spring,
carry softly to the sea,
plunging deep
to awaken
tempestuous beauty.
star-burnt mahogany
thirsts still,
for the golden embrace
of celestial flame.
dreams linger
so happy and so free
on a sunlit breeze,
ready to be plucked
gently,
and devoured
rapturously
by you,
and
me.
Hawk and Horse
racing 'cross gusts of desire,
a stampede of emotion
sends
me soaring.
and here,
in between it all,
I find
You,
so steady,
and true.
A Million Droplets, Hanging In The Air
the sweet whisper of Night's wonder lingers on between fog and field, and muted heart. -a kind caress upon this old fool's soul. the thrill of our wildest abandon lost, in a swirl of misplaced memories, cloud this mist with the sweet taste of a destiny foregone, and fill the in-between spaces with our hidden dreams and forgotten desire. Dawn approaches gently with her ever tantalizing promise, and this longing remains still.
Fulfilled
the glint of
summer, and
its gentle storms that ignite the very sky
flash
fierce across her
young eyes.
and,
dancing across his full
and trembling
lips,
the promise
of a thousand tomorrows.
and so they walk on,
with neither hope,
nor care
for what may come.
with this moment won,
nothing more needs be done
Dawn Thunder
giants loom
in the cracks
of these tiny hours,
casting shadow
against the softness of night.
yet,
this light-
ness of spirit,
burning so bright
and so pure,
cleaves ever unto
truth,
as river
sculpts
rock
and time
to perform the impossible,
with patient and placid persistence.
but,
before you slip
smoothly
into this stream of wonder,
flowing from the font within,
a warning, to the dreamers:
Beware,
for here there be devils at play,
carving miracles with love,
and with flame.
Beware,
for the future knows your name.
...
and as a crimson tear falls
up the corner of a deep purple sky,
Destiny calls
as night dances away,
and the last mothers bow down
and cry,
for a new day rises,
and they fear the coming fall.
a million miracles
whispers in the wind
brushing free
yesterday's need,
and
the
chit-
chatter
gossip of birdsong
ring this
moment
with chaotic calm.
As is Her way.
humbled,
awestruck,
and empowered,
i kneel
and give thanks
for the beauty.
a mere spark,
of an itinerant flame,
seeking secrets
that loom within.
let me sing and
let me dance.
let me share the joy
of you,
with you.
this boundless love is yours,
mother,
so let us
dance,
as children do.
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