Reaching

Come hither gentle dove

Strip off the folds of prison!

Waste the metals of chains invisible

Speak out! oh heart of Heaven!

Touch the souls of ones who reach beyond the seen

Contained, restrained, submerged in would be destinies

Unfulfilled

Touch the reaching....

Like ink blotting, spreading blood upon a parchment 

Dry as dusty withering cherished books

Not read, but kept

Absorbed through union in an age of dreaming

One drop! 

As serves the minds and hearts of all who see who hear, 

Who reach within the turning leaf, the icy wind~

My Memories, Fury Enchanted

Oh that I might find a technophile
Who can deliver me back,
Back to our breathless exchange in the night waters
Where I could feel my heart beat out miles away

Sounding like music for the Angels,
Who spot and hone in on such tones~
Who feed upon the ecstatic veins blood and virtuous intentions
Who are steered by Lovers dancing, knotted as one lovely Sun!

Oh that such a one could just keep us frozen there
For me to drench my body in his charms,
To seal the memory as glass upon my skin~
To breath the taste of him as I pass the day!

If I could deeply dive away from Cliffs of gates
And fly as a bird upon another 's nest
I'd surely find my love as one not seen
and breath his scent upon my skin
One moment of our dance! One moment more
I'd die a thousand deaths to feel him once again!

Gathering Breath

Come hither, my love, 
Gathering warmth and flavor
Kindness as your cloak, your mercy as I savor
Each whispered kiss beneath the shadows
Of the masts and sails
Embrace me boldly
As we share good byes and kiss as desperate
To pull all life from each our mouths as if a last breath
Before plunging into waters unknown and turbulent
The kiss as if a seal of courage upon our chest, beneath the milky bone
A resting beating heart between our distance
Keeping time, holding scrolls of distant maps of furious exploring~

Beaten Masts

Keep time, Oh Hearts, as leaves will fall

Upon the sunlight bleached faces,

Deadened, scorched and beaten by deception's whips,

Bloody knees, begging  mercy from the master

Their  trepidation,  holder of their dreams~

Their indignation,  boundaries, distant drums and chattering locks~

As Nothing gives the sleeper more comfort, than to be beaten down to nothing once again

to be beaten to inaction.

Glowing embers waiting in the folds of nightmares

Brighten with the breath of patient kindness

Begin to Dance its treasures amid its painful spikes of past

Warming in the swinging ancient heartbeat

The embers flare the stars of gliding phases

there are no wounded soldiers here from written histories~

There live no fools  enjoying wisdom's dress~

And poet's love's desire paints the portrait

Of passions mirror flaming shadows bright~

A quiet glance of promise in the mists

A faithful wondering charm in night's delight

Wisdom knows the fleeting flames of passion

Are Now, but gone if followed and pursued

Tis best to share one's love anew with poems

And keep the passion veiled for private view

Awaiting pleasure's hand to lift the doorway

And gently drive the peg from twixt the wood

the Lover's hearts' delights are in the heartbeats

Of wanting only life and cherished good