drowning,
between gusts of
summer madness,
&
heretical expectation,
I float
roughly,
'cross an ocean breeze
to
screams of delight which
punch so gracefully through the wind,
harmonizing elegantly,
with the cries of anguish
for what must leave.
and I wait
impatient,
for the wheel
must turn .
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misremembered love
ghosts
of summer rain
up,
around, and
over me
like a million fireflies laughing
on a hot dusty breeze.
...sweetness,
captured 'neath linden trees sagging under
the volume of cicadas...
and night slides
through, awakening
dreams...
and old fears too.
and
I smile deeply
into
her eyes
with delight,
finding
infinity
smiling right back:
oh this crazy love
we share:
my beautiful Tanty
and me.
Beauty Offset: A Symphonic Sunset
your
radiances blind
the truth vision of my soul,
but
it is just
when my sight is so tossed
askew, that i can truly begin
to envelop all of you.
and as dusk creeps
seductive
behind your ferocious succumbing,
i see
the synchronicity
of delightful and
pretty things.
i see
the love
twixt me
and you.
creeping phoenix
sun slashed brow
and summer's
sweet promise
breathe fire
into this somnolent soul.
what joys and
treasures await a
true awakening?
you may
never
know.
3,000 Fireflies, 1 Angel, and a Devil too.
luring me back
safely
to a kingdom of childhood wonder,
these sparks
of divine possibility
lead me
recklessly
into a future
drowning in alchemy,
faith, and
dirty down home blues.
dancing on the rainbows to come
do you simply see
sorrows
singing in the rain,
amidst the wonder
of this love?
bird
&
beast beckon you
to play,
yet simple sorrows still
cloud your day.
if but you
had
the courage
to laugh
proud and full,
perhaps then,
truth
would flood over,
and through.
ahh my child,
if you could
but know
the deep joy
that storms
within the heart of you.
Eruption
glancing
into a fragment
of infinity,
my heart is so full,
and yearns for all.
collapsing upwards
into a sky divergent,
this boundless euphoria
scorches heaven
with beauty
born
from a love lived without limit.
night’s reign
long
after
nightingale's final song,
as wisps
of shadow grasp the softness
at her edges,
these bewitched hours
sift
the words from memories lost
and forgotten,
leaving me
bare,
raw and exposed...
free to feel
once more,
the soft and gentle lips
of nostalgia's first kiss.
cool summer dreamin’
a sea of fire
flies
around me.
the wonder
of the MOMENT
split
asunder,
between yesterday's faith,
today's grace,
and
the beauty
of a million lost desires.
come dance
with me amongst this ocean
of incandescent dreams.
come, sweet devil,
and let us remember
once more
to be
free.
on the verge
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.
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