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.
Category: Tonantzin
LP No. 09_2024_stormfront
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.
LP No. 07_2024_borboleta blues, 2
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.
LP No. O5_2024_reflections
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.
LP No. 02_2024_Faith
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.
LP No. 01_2024_Awakening
Serenity pirouettes
through Dusk's thick want,
smiling as
she slips
so easy
into the night,
lost among the countless joys
of the heart.
Garça
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.
Lift
gentled and hungry and hopeful
eyes reach
up
to touch
the cold
dark wonder of the night.
a soul
unfettered, lifts
up on the wisps of
a falling star.
and now
a miracle erupts
like a smile unexpected,
and
we begin,
you and I,
to play once again,
warmed
by our starfire.
Twilight
not so sweet
surrender
into a future
long presumed, yet
still
unexpected.
oblivion calls, and
love
beckons me close.
I long
to be near
again.
yearning
silence
lifts soberly through this long dark night.
the quiet within
crescendos with loss.
yet,
in this mad symphony,
a fugue of hope draws close:
a slip of wind here,
tugs tight at the door-
a sprat of rain there,
slaps gentle to the ground.
Dear Tempest, I see you, so
do come quick,
and howl away this calm
with fury
& audacity, and
what needs yet be done.
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