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Aaron Mar 2016
Within the valley, deep silence

stones tumble, echoes deepen silence

within
Aaron Aug 2014
The july evening sun
cheers my tired heart
that wanders with sways of now
and memories of endless summers
over the streets
the friendly breeze greets all
and rises up along the facades,
diffuses and disappears
to live and flow forever
Through the hearts it touched
One day in summer.
Aaron Jun 2014
untethered
through the dark,
we tread
across that familiar park

on the path coarse
she rose
graceful and free
she moves
like a gentle breeze
on a mid-summer night
our elbows locked
she turns and dances
giving life to a shadow
in the streetlight, static
and yellow

a commune of silhouettes
beyond the lake
like wonted mores
try to reach us ashore,
spellbound by the water
the black reflection ripples
and moves into stillness

red tinted clouds
drift miles above us
granting glimpses
of an indigo night sky
dotted with distant stars
and an orange Mars

almost time now
she spots the International Space Station,
a white lucent shine,
rise up from the vagrant reds in the west
and draw a lucid arc
across the indigo canvas
a deft motion of a compass tip
subtle, taut
and at ease

the white glow dims
and then fades
as the night turns on itself
we rest
on that wooden bench
overlooking the lake
just being
watching

the midnight drama
unfold,
like a fountain spring forth,
a breath we hear

take shape
as the ducks play and laugh,
as repeated greets by a shy hedgehog
as the bats in acrobatic flight
and the long white fluffy thing
which to this day
remains mysterious
to 26 and 21

the ubiquitous black intense
is void no more
awake we are
and our souls, a choir
a breath cosmic,
flowing
untethered
Aaron Jul 2013
she went up
and then down,
up again, a twirling cup
with the transparent white,
rising against the black,
a swaying and a laidback push

of more of her
and she would curl
in a dance, light and hypnotic
to sync my time with hers
and we'd float
and sink together
into nothingness

out of which
exist, she and i
two fickle bodies
earthly yet divine,

and she burned me free
with the bare truth forlorn

"i lay a trail of ash,
and so would you,
for you are in a body,
by form and pleasure sieged,
free to burn
and be like me."
Aaron May 2013
To the stranger’s eye
It seemed to have no divide
An intangible singularity
Yet corporeal and multifarious
Almost non-existing, but
Standing
Still, in time
Was

My quiescence,
A Frenzy disguised within
An exuberance
Placid,
Alacrity latent subdued by
Lament
Silent,
An eternal gaze injecting an
Iridescent daze,
Incessant stupor creating
Solitude in clamour
Upon realizing

My find,
That a mirrored everything
And more
Was her too, and
Becoming
Was

I, half of
Her borderless soul
Two distanced voices
Once unsure and fading,
Now becoming
Each other and one,

Us, what seemed to be an end,
Ended, a start
Becoming.
Aaron May 2013
My darlin'
O sweet darlin'
Nigh wish you were
I, like the warm chrysalis of the summer
Sun, wrapped in a spring night ephemeral and
Halcyon, enraptured by a vivid dream
Amorphous.
Aaron May 2013
I was born green,
resplendent and clean,
beautiful and balanced
the kind now unseen.

I conceived you, my son
along with the plants and the animals,
I guided you through evolution
and you've evolved as my best Creation.

I've quenched your thirst,
your every need
I've nourished you, my son
with a single seed.

My elements you blended
now you’re a technological alchemist,
but in the process you got blinded
For you I cry, with an untimely mist.

Once I let you play with snow
and dance in the rain,
But you've made me blow a blizzard
and flood you with pain.

I was the warmth in your cold,
my nature was your muse,
now all that is a dream you sold
for your luxuries misused.

I am the land
the wind and the air,
I am the water
but do you really care?

In your quest for knowledge
you discovered yourself and me,
you called yourself human and me your mother
Now look what you've turned out to be.

My resources all consumed
you abandon me once barren,
you predict the day of doom
but still won’t commit to prevention.

Last chance can be just one,
of warnings there has been no dearth,
come back and heal me, my son
it’s time to save Mother Earth.
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