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
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.
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.
all twisted up, and down in shadow and ash, we find you. so low, on your belly you roll, begging forgiveness of your soul, for the missed opportunities and self-deceit, for the fear that ruled you, and for so much more. but only silence. and shadow respond. silence, and shadow. . and you retreat into the empty corners within, exploring the void, mourning what never could never have been. rise up, Brother, you are not alone. do you hear the rumbling of the drums, beating deep inside your chest? mama calling. the drums pound, flowing lost rhythms straight through your bones. papa calling. the drums sound, rattling the fear out from your bones. destiny calling. and when the dark moon rises, Our soul fire lights the cold winter night, with a fury long lost, but ne'er forgotten. ne'er forgotten. so come, and let us scald sun and sky with wicked pursuits and love eternal.
it is not love
i seek
in your effervescent shine.
nor do I yearn
to dive too deep
into
your wonder,
and feel your splendor
unfold.
but,
as you glide
so soft across the night sky,
full of grace and
mystique,
and so much style,
you remind me of
what it means,
to be truly free.
so,
under your ancient ephemeral glow,
we laugh and
dance like demons lost,
full of decadence,
and forbidden de-
light.
too loud,
and
with piercing fire in our eyes,
we call out
your name
and give thanks
for the love you show.
Yeah,
we thank you,
and we burn so fucking bright.
darkness retreats once more,
stolen away
by pastels so soft
and so sweet...
kinda like
the bum fuzz
of trumbling bumblebees.
and the surety
of Night's mystery
is lost
once again,
to the wild wonder
and dazzle
of a new day.
but here,
right now,
in this gentle in-between,
where the witches
and fairies,
and magicians still play,
i remember when
you & I
would dance
too,
together;
blissfully innocent?
courageously optimistic?
or maybe,
just at peace
with life,
and one another.
so i dream a bit longer
and pray you do too.
bird call cleaves triumphant unto the deafening emptiness, reminder of what was, & what will be. the shattering cold- punched by drops of glistening dew, fades reluctant into Nature's verdant embrace.
I send these wild words,
to crash gently alongside your soul;
as the sea beats mercilessly
upon rocky shores:
powerfully
&
in vain.
does the stone know
the roiling chaos of the sea?
do you truly feel the depths of this longing?
perhaps,
but
as the tide must roll,
these feelings must flow:
a signal,
that love goes on.
do you feel
these soft lips,
whispering
on the misty breeze?
whispering,
and calling you back,
back to me?
dreams of yesterday
wisp on by,
like clouds
racing across this starlit sky.
such sweet ferocity
tangled up within.
the gentle calamity
true fascination brings.
rhapsody of possible delights,
ringing deep in my bones:
my song,
sung just
for you.
reverent gazes thrust upward
towards a tumultuous grey,
ripped calm by azure promises.
young hearts wait patiently
&
joyfully,
under the fading raindrops,
praying for a
miracle renewed.
and,
in the fading corners
of a tempest now forgotten,
hope springs once more,
iridescently fantastical,
magical & true
a reminder
of beauty,
gifted
just to you
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