Dream King

To whose face holds the secrets of mind,
The slant of sunlight in the peripheral eye,
The ingenuity to exude this haunting light
Into cool letters absent the limits of sight.
Like lily-pads sleeping in restless fishponds,
Are your eyelids when dreaming in charm of the gods;
The moon & her fiction, never seeing the end,
Romance the poise of earth for the bends
Of travel as you search for triads in air,
In nightingale’s solo & mystical flair,
While sunbeams have shifted in no need of home,
To the axis of an original tone,
Where universes are born by the opus of hand,
Creation has a king to withstand!

Storms

Forget about the tempest
In this need:
We were not born into the chase
Of a butterfly’s scheme,
We were wished-for the cradles
Of a rose-divan lullaby,
Unchained prisoners captivated
By the chime of candles
& the kiss of a chamber’s cry:
Where we lie
In some god’s debt whispering
Tomorrow’s tale.
Who sings to us in an un-winded
Blue?
Who lets the air know not
The languages our hearts construe?
A muse’s lyre
Banks melodiously on the chords
A secret knew:
& sung it is thru waterfalls,
This sinuous chrystal, the feel
Of us in concert holds as true
As every beautiful purpose life adores.

The Dreaming

The dreaming
Gathered shells off the sands
Of rare perception
& erected a castle for us:
Kings and queens:
Proprietors of the coolest
Stream:
Winding thru the furthermost
Perimeters of peace;

She
had a room
With a view,
& outside the lavish walls:
Where motives for her secrets
Palled:
Drifted muses in the effervesces
Of a personal ocean.

~*~

The look of you – symmetrical to mine:
Bleeding thru each other’s time into the sepulcher’s of rapture…
It’s more than a sigh or a tender whine…
Your hand upon me, feeling my…
No one sends my flying like this version of my inside:
Reaping the flowers of my soul!!!