~*~

Is this light around me my own,
For then whence did I grow eyes?
Infantile am I
Inside this caterpillar hide [[a secret]]
From the rainiest of nights spent
Trickling down
My aviating spine…

All the seraph’s tears blessing
The kindest miracle of time
[[[Upon these two who rest under the
Purple moonlight stroking skins
Without a care in sight…]]]
I stare upon the heavens as I kiss
Their gentle sighs…
I take the stars I've soak to my love
Against my side, & watch as they procreate into the
Wind’s solemn alibi… I feel I am shedding... can you see
Too
The wave of maybe a hundred million
Butterflies,,, Frolicking into this new galaxy...?

~*~

Heartrending synth
Humanizing idleness:
Bodies [detached] … Faces [bare]

Like the first show of sun in a Neptune-year is our music!
Our kissing souls compose a dance
That stir all life into the sweet romance of harmony.

Upon the greenest hill we sculpt Arcadia,
Our twin forces igniting
The elemental fire unfailing of conception…

Some favourites in the assembly weep,
Indebted to the overture:
The avant-garde leap into nature’s mythical air!

Others continue the exodus
Of deep-seated fiction parting the band:
If an illusion is graced it’s from new-born hands.

Here we exist: progressively modeling
The stage where heaven is said to play if love
Is personified & breathing in time: to save the world!

A Second's Delay

Coasting down the free-way
Marginal madness,,,
Seraphs sliding thru the skylight
My daydream projects above its coolness.
Inquisition:
My riddle of you,,,
Have I entered the key into the shackles
Ordinary love places upon
An atai…
& I smile thru the effervescent
Consecration
Knowing I sail just as boundless
As a weaving
Mandela:
Symmetrical,,,
Untold,,,
Forever reflecting clarity thanks
To you…

~*~

Whispers in the corners
Of my inexhaustible heart
Spoke words
Much like poets do:
Elegiac;
The walls of my eyes
Began to deteriorate onto
The promising earth I was
Emerging from:
Acidic fiction burning
My shaken toes,
& uprooting the origins:
From my native soil,
So the feathery liberation
Of an ostentatious
Star could kiss my
Bleeding insight:
~*~
Sacrificing all history,
Worth,
The miracle of seeing you.

Contemplating an Encounter

I cannot recall whether it was the music
Or the colour I noticed first
In the message I was given fortifying our love.
Aphrodite appeared on the rose petal crest
Of the wildest wave my chest has suffered
& unfastened the curtains of my soul…
A mirror’s imperfection
For it playfully was hiding the truth:
My figure & expression thawed away
& there was the sublime image of you…
A single tear born to life
There upon my cheek to die in fame;
My eyes disbelieving it was the extension
Of my celestial soul,,,
For when & how did the sky expose
It’s enigma to me:
Out of the blue quite literally, you,
Flew out the rapture I knew
Only to be a dreamland where my mind's eye
Is tempted to loose all scope of reality;
& do not be concerned
Of my take on farsighted affairs,,,
It was you who taught me all I know, long ago,
When we were sliding down icicles
Upon some isolated star& inside your kiss
(I remember this…)
You old me of ventures that eluded all freedoms:
Embodying love (it was our gift) &
That forever we’d live to see it spread far…& touch existence!
Now we stand, figuratively, upon a cloud,
Excited that the time is now.

~*~

weeping tears for beauty...
high upon the evening's piers I will remain
A faithful listener
Transcribing a voice that might be mine...
Suspicious of the elvin night
I delve into voices sung upon the east & persuade them to come
A little closer and into the dreams
I sleep in the waking prescience of your soul:
I seduce its dance,
With magical flutes until in trance it winds
Into my inhale & reveals
Secrets of you,,, rose-coloured patternsI
n gentle rythyms of my solace,
A gem-seat-cheer upon the clouds;
Drawing the key of the lands into
My corridor's lock...

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Born of magic impressions
In the one neophyte
Who cyphers the dual existence
Between real and unreal
When combined is the trinity
That dreams translate
In the womb of the matrix.
Weak spirit. Sleep leaves.
Kingdoms cannot be
Destroyed by anything less
Than eternity:
You all look the same to me:
Mortal. Immortal.
Riveted by the playgrounds
That reveal...!