Yesterday
My Beloved’s angels
Kidnapped me !
…into the sun
And brought me before
Our eternal birthplace.
As you filled my pages
With light
I grew blind and cried,
Is this why you chose
To tuck me away
Beneath your salty waters
And ancient flour?
Today I stumbled
Into my sisters garden…
I saw the Earth surrender
Beneath motherly fingers,
And I felt the rain
Dance to her hum.
Did you send
That Mocking Jay
To hound me
When a miracle’s
Veil of decency
Was lifted by the wind,
When just the day before
I was
So overwhelmed?
Tomorrow…
My Beloved
Has promised to me
The meaning of love,
I will be waiting for you!
I have learned to
Dress in my ignorance,
Holding, in one hand
Vulnerability,
The other
An unexpected friend.
Tag: Nature
Daydream
We are
Consumed by the wind,
As the autumn leaves
That leap from the hillsides.
So we write,
With our darkest ink,
Passages in the sky…
Letting our afterthoughts
Mingle in the gardens
Of heaven
Like careless birds
In early spring.
…testing the emptiness
Of existence,
We listen through the silence
For Grace.
And she says,
“Wake up…”
With the tap of morning dew
Upon my ear.
Beneath a Sunlit Moon
Let me tell you
About the moon,
As it watches
Over us
Tonight…
What whispers
Will we find
In the warm winds
Of summer?
Let us be
Overwhelmed
By the westward clouds,
And feel how
Life presses upon us.
“Why are you so quiet?”
Let us not be
in a crowd.
How can their eyes
betray you?
Come for a walk,
I want to feel
how Nature grovels
before you.
“Our depth is a shallow
In the seas of being
The iris of existence.
Our ideas…
Warmth and cold.
Oil pastels…
Upon the pupil.”
More snow
What if a thought, perhaps a few,
In every snowflake that fell for you,
Where to chime in its own way?
They all would, though indifferently…
Theirs is not a frosty hymn.
I know they came from a warmer spring.
Past the mountains in unknown groves,
A sun implored them… and now lets go.
the blind man and the rain
As the rain returns
To its dark earthly slumber,
The blind man,
Feels the sun upon his eyes,
And a stirring is born
In the clouds.
When your cinnamon kiss
Rests upon the newborn wind,
The earth chases it,
Leaving mountains in its struggle.
He hears the rivers fall,
And baths in the thoughtless lakes.
It rains, when the winds of love
Forget your kiss,
And when everything
Is eager to remember you again.
Sep.21,2015
I saw the amber fields this autumn
Where verdant they had blossomed.
They grew until their time was done
And glistened gold into the sun.
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thoughts etc…
“What turns life so? About?”
Be it hush or shout
Do say a magic word,
Something moment spurred.
Evening Tea
I have tasted your sent
In a warm glass
Of lemon tea.
Your sweetness held me
In a passing warmth,
Likened to the morning sun.
And so… I watched,
Sculpted by the wind,
My village withering
In the words of our past.
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