One Interpretation

You're the harlequin muse I wrote about last dream,
The face that has changed w/ the spiraling of my evolution.
& I do search, in movements that wave in tropical-like
Holidays, for the qualities that define brilliance.
Not to ever possess, but to inhale fairy tales I have
Never come across: recognizing heaven is as perfect as
The indulgence of the moon's music, as is strums
So gracefully across the strings of some honey'd sea.
I like to gaze upon its symmetrical wings
& assemble images that come to be synchronicities
Between myself & that of whom stands before me.
I like to kiss unhuried bliss & name it names
That only translate under the cool blisters of water.
I jump in to the aqua-scapes of many men & women
Swimming in the cosmic wilderness of a fantastic fate.
Here we are, lost spinning things, feeling our way thru
The colours of some absolutely infinite ocean &
We cannot define & every second
Spend great lengths of human language trying to describe:
Idealities & philosophies... what it means to be with you
& the correlations of feeling truth as it seeps
Into morning coffee revelations or in the monotone of
Cigarette smoke: intuitions of people: opinions:
My truth & equally yours: distinctions of love, like & hate.