pierced
deep
deep
deep
by nature's slings
of wondrous beauty,
this fascination only swells,
and so we live
to celebrate
one
more
day.
Category: What it is
Mackin’
last night I wished on
three shooting stars, but
one
slipped by,
just
out
of view.
until
tonight,
when I met you.
sifting
lifting
and
drifting, but always
grifting
the moments,
yearning
for more.
but, when
sifting through the ashes
i find my lost gold.
oh,
if you
only knew
what I have
in store.
once more, something new
hurtling haphazard
into the depths of familiarity.
leaving happenstance behind
to mourn the absence of your light.
whispers crawl
up
your neck as
joy
tumbles over an
impetuous smile.
yet this too
shall pass.
selfish
in the small hours
underneath
Candlelight's waver, and
in between Heron's gorgeous squawk
and starlight whispers,
I find you
again.
right here,
so close
to me.
so I slip back,
hurtling gently once more
into the depths of our love.
O verão em Navais
O verão em Navais
O vento sopra
fortemente
e o verão escorrega para fora.
real, só porque de um fio de memória
de uns dias com algumas libélulas –
e um, com um pirilampo também
Nestes tempos nao estao certezas
mas ainda
ha milagres
entre os momentos,
e movimentos
dos nossas vidas.
momentos de paz
momentos,
quando o futura não está a vir.
Enviando um abraco,
e espero que encontrares um,
ou dois,
momentos como isto.
summer passes, and other things too….
dragonfly
blows dry the morning
dew,
wings a-buzz
with the thick call of summer.
swallow
slips graceful
o’er cool evening breeze
through sunlit shimmer,
to slice
the corners of the wind.
and here,
twixt verdant moments
we wait patiently
for yesterday
see,
https://thedeprevation.com/2012/08/12/fat-silence/
moon fire
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.
Journey
skipping,
singing,
stumbling,and
gliding towards
each
new
perfection.....
only to let
it
happily slip
away:
a new conspiracy
theory
of
what could
be.
lost,
until She calls again,
bringing torturous delight
and wonder,
and pain -
oh such beautiful pain.
I've reached the end a dozen times
and I'll joyfully reach for it
a dozen more.
a belly full of
grace, and
love, and
passion too,
I make my way back
spinning,
spinning back
to You.
a farewell
time
whispers seductive &
gentle....
'til death calls,
smile in his eye.
what was lost
eventually we praise;
what would have been,
we lose in sorrow's dead gaze.
naught but love leads to the light,
like soul magic, turning day
to
night.