I Hear The Call

I hear the call
In depths of all that wasn't here
or dear in sounds of hard belief's
you
planted deep
a knowing we were headed to be
sleepily steeping like a teabag
in a cup,
no luck
the timing off
you flew
you said your knowing knew
my cuff was a cry from insecurity
and you
a fearsome brew
you spoke a song
from memory long
how are we though
as a timeless
show,
a fleeting thought ?


The destiny that wiggles here
from fear to pull the trigger
steering out from all
that smothers falling tears
from stinging fears and
memories agreed to see
their ghostly shadows
mending freedom
if they be
dissolved as dusty songs
upon moth wings or
a dusty pages so old
belonging
anew a blue house
hallway in a view of you
you came to see me
as she slept
she fairly wept
not knowing yet
you can't forget her heart for
you knew her by
the beat
and her lightly colored feet of clay
not seeing yet
your heart was hers
you can't forget
not like a love of servitude
one strung with beads of obligation
But, a love of joy to share that would
create a new a me and you

science heeds like millions bleed
a promise of futility
illusion loves to feel itself within
the selves we know best
before we came
we felt the flame
agreed to come here,
all the same.

11/22/12

Promises

Beloved,as all is left to be an ember flying
Into the center of breathless kisses longed for
and throwing skin dips dancing, all is lost
but found where heaven's cost
to mindless flowers on the hills
of where your heart meets mine
we missed the window of star shine
The full blown hourglass
experience this time around, and next time
will you remember me across the screens of digits
and lights and letters and songs ?
Your life cut down, all  dreams
of kisses dashed to dust and empty lust of no
reprieve. So long to you, you're gone to me.

Leaves that Fall

The leaves that sway
the one
the all
from taller fall
a swing sublime to see
a thought of we.
Fall as one
a gathering drum
a frame of time as looms of sky so blue,
I think of you
The green as bright through leaves
Peek thru
My heart with you
A dash of wind
A scent of fire
where hearts can mend
Our time as one, become
Become the Sun beneath the climbing lights
And bridges wild
each thought a child
of love to know a story's glow
Who knew at then how we were
when
there was no me and you.
To feel the drift of dreams
to you
A feeling skin of heat so true
the feathered flower
a red glass rose
Come chose the darkness
to climb back to us
as one.

No Guarantees

Can you feel the breath of angels
in the moonlight ?
I travel in a spark of glowing embers
To see you in your dreams
Do you feel the warmth ?
Can you feel me kiss your hair and
breathe the scent of you ?

There are no guarantees in life they say,
And guarantees I want none of
How boring
You are the Star I travel to in all my Songs
You are the heart that beats for me, I know.

And what of "truth" and musings of philosophy ?
A calculated formula for love ?
There are no chances taken, it's a value
A tiny spot of brightness on a Dove

Can you feel the longing through the Ages ?
A tightly held imagined memory ?
Of how we used to soar among the Stars in Love
With wings of passion's wildest fury ?

There are no guarantees in life they say,

And guarantees I want none of

How boring

You are the Star I travel to in all my Songs

You are the heart that beats for me, I know.

He Thinks of Me

Beneath my bed a treasure's
head flew in my window
on moon beam breath
it placed its light against
the post and swallowed
all that it
thought it lost
a dream of sheen and brilliant jewels
beneath a pillow filled with fools
was hot as flight
as firelight
you led me with a staff of light
I left behind the skin and knew to follow you
to follow you
for you were me
and we were who we were as
one

Your arms of light surrounded me
a kiss so bright a melt of fleeting snow
a light
my heart is tight
a drum for you
You sang and
clipped my wings for you
so all could see in dreams
in dreams
where thoughts of green
are imminent
as honey kisses in my tent.
Your arms, a touch like
rivers, have the start at
my toes
in all of mellow rain
my heart in pain
my heart again
in dreams in dreams we're here as fauns
alone it seems then it is gone
sweet memory
of all it be
return to me
return to we

the mellow night was strewn
with tools
left by the worker
overnight
to glean some billows
of fire light
back from a tryst
his empty fist
was flown to bits beneath
his wrist
 as chards
for choices meant
as some
would think
one foolish
clowns that run
no paint upon
a landscape's face
no drink before a long horn race
is run by one who wears the hat of
lowered masts and knowing that,
he turned to gaze upon his watch
and found a trace of moon
to block the Sun
And with his breath
a plum fell off his rippled tree
And as he bites,
upon his knee
he thinks of me.

It Was You

In the darkest dream of evening song
Your heart cried out to me
A flow of tears from evermore
A kindness of deep leaves

Upon the leaves we fell in love
We shared our songs of dreams
A tale of heart beyond swift wings
That flutters till the dripping strings

Upon the strings, we fell in love
and shared the beating drums of stones
we flowed by night, by candlelight
Our tears of joy in immanent flight

Upon the flight we fell in love
Our kiss a breath of heaven's dove
We struggled in our dreams to sleep
We held our weeping in our keep

Upon our dreams, we fell in love
And heaven's caves of climbing vines
Were all about our dancing souls
As time became a slaughtering troll

Upon time's steps, we fell in love
And naked left our shadows low
To sweep the dust of fired lust
And wisp our lips for passion's kiss

Upon our kiss we fell in love
And all the dreams we weave are of
The snappy streams of destiny
And glittering flings of harmony

Upon our kiss, I lay my soul
To breathe the breath imagined whole
I hold you deep and stroke your hair
I hold you deep and stroke your hair

Colloidal Queen

We are as dust, 
as light filled
emptiness, accorded matter for

a sense of time.
And
As spirits soar upon a breeze of
Dire lies meant for a tease,
A quickened heart is soon released
As beating embers of the beast within.
Awakened truth, as floating fire,
When lightning bolts entwine desire,
And passion bells ignite the pyre of good bye.
The words are judges as time the maker,
And language muds the truth
Of ever lasting hearts in endless
Oceans of salty skin and changing
Shadows of the night.
Then, as the moment folds
Like roses into who
We thought we'd been,
We're freed
As long flows time asunder
And hearts of light
Spring songs that ring
The bells of passion's
Fires of wind and wooded lures !
As if enchanted honey
Dropping through our kisses, thin.