Were I a kiss upon your brow
Wherever you may be,
For a moment on such skin
God has spun so delicately,
I’d find refuge from the wind
Until the wind has taken me
Until again my friend,
I’ll wish I was a lover of thee.
Tag: Love
Heretic Persuasion
I do not have time,
For the persuasions
Of heresy!
You have prayed
In the labyrinth
Of my temple.
You have bathed
In the heavenly waters
That shower my garden.
You came to me mute
And I gifted you
With the language of my heart!
All that has left
All that has left
So silently,
Wanders among weeds,
Savors sweat as wine
And carnal company…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
All that has left,
Parted with the wind,
And the warmth beneath
The dearest wing.
Sing…
Sing…
Sing…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
I know love
Lets no wicked rest.
And I know grace
Weighs heavy
Upon my chest.
cantering light
My love for you
Is a ray of light,
Cantering through
Warm passages
Of a forgotten woodland,
Grazing upon a sweetness
That is
A whispering world.
There it will be
Yet after the death of wind,
After all has withered,
After Heaven,
Welcomes home,
Her children.
Here we are
How should we be,
In these gardens
Of starlight vines
And blooms of memory?
Is ours the music
In the tip-toe
Of times fragrance?
…our kiss the question
Of when childhoods
Last spoke?
We are,
As the Sun and Moon
Nesting in our eyes,
Careless…
thoughts…
I could not speak,
So I dipped my soul in ink.
I could not feel,
So I hunted throughout
The land of music.
I could not see,
So I prayed
Within the deepest temples
Of Gods gardens.
Like so I listened
To my rose,
From a thousand miles away.
A moment passed
The wind I had felt was by no mistake,
Yet you lay on me, as a rose petal
Would drift down the Tigris night
Upon milky waters,
Between the forgotten seasons;
Where the spirit is intoxicated in divine limbo.
And I beg the sun to lose my self through the sky,
A thousand droplets, a thousand prayers,
A thousand pages, a thousand doves
To keep you aloft?
This is how I blushed upon your cheek
Naked before the world.
Between the banks of an ancient Song,
Where poets lost themselves,
She drowned in me.
Now I rage, rage against time,
To carve a canyon where humanity will
Lose itself!
How will you shout
Through my encompassing emptiness?
Match my dust with tears and prove me wrong!
Oh to be once again
A seam in the sand…
At the mercy of morning dew.
Shout and sing from the depths
Of my empty tomb.
Only a stranger can feel
And call upon this past to ruin.
How many generations do I call forth?
How many will then dig for truth?
For you
But was I a bird
To pluck my plume
A nest.
But was I was a bird
For you.
But was I the olive
To lay my leaf
Abed.
But was I the olive
For you.
But was I the sun
To let my light
Blanket.
But was I the sun,
For you.
But, as the night,
It will seem,
I settle for you in dream.
Balcony
You are you and I am me,
Why would I
Not be trembling.
Let us love on balcony,
Let us sway
Gods canopy.
A separated song.
I am the moment which lives through your breath.
And if skipped will pray the joys of death.
Feel me as you feel all the relived lost,
That you see me at a memories cost.
I will be waiting in times emptiness,
Where we will be born of our childishness.
And we are swept away in soft silence,
Clothed by a language of our past instance.
