becalmed
amongst a sea of starlight,
expectant souls whisper
and wonder
at Her stolen glory,
as she casts cold comfort upon
the hopeful and weary.
and here,
where dreams seek
succour from the dreamer,
and magic
bows low
to the profanity of the night,
i kneel
and burn
in her cool indifference.
surging in
retreat,
we build
to tear down.
bathed in the reflective calm of starfire,
moonlight sets
souls ablaze
with a cool phantom touch.
simplicity holds
infinite fascination,
so slight in
its profundity
that these realized moments
echo eternity,
revealing a truth obscured
by love's light.
and so we grow.
carving beauty
from the remnants of night.
welcoming the dawn-
possibilty incarnate.
generous, strident, bursts of delight:
what a wonderful world
awaits.
heart open
soul soon to follow.
to bask once more
in a symphony of miracles.
the depth of meaning found
within the splat,
pitter, plat,
pat of rain falling in the town,
slipped away so long ago.
profound truths lost to selfish wanderings.
a soul set adrift:
free
to forge his way alone.
free
to love universal.
free
from you,
and from me.
and the sounds of the rain fade back into the night.
in that vast silence
he finds solace in solitude.
he finds himself once again
free
to face the returning storm.
a love done furious.
unburdened by fear.
passion unchecked-
wicked,
and free.
a love coasting upon audacious dream:
comically intense,
wild, and
glorious.
shelter
be
damned.
what
comes
next?
I think you know.
rounding
the corners of the wind,
in elegant spasms of
grace and joy.
flittering
and
fluttering
and
floating
without care, or
worry for tomorrow.
girded only by the reckless abandon we too once knew.
the moon reflects
upon the tympanic nocturnal
micturations that
disturb past sown
polliwogs
dreaming to become oats.
and a fog rolls
over a perfect day
awakening the whispers
of a delighted night.
silence screams
peace
deep into my chest.
i want
not,
for love blossoms
in these calm moments
without you.
and I remember
how to say my name.
so
I can learn
to say yours too.
Serenity pirouettes
through Dusk's thick want,
smiling as
she slips
so easy
into the night,
lost among the countless joys
of the heart.
sky ablaze
in gorgeous cool calm,
i slip
into a reverie
of what could
be.
Perhaps indeed,
of what will
be.
and Heron,
wings bowed and heavy with destiny,
calls down to me,
screeching uglily
and
defiant,
racing towards that future dream.
and i follow,
eager
to taste this new reality.
