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Believe me.
Even in dreams I am faithful to you.
Why does the wind blow out the lamp when both belong to you, God?
Loosing gravity, I hovered above,
The fields and woods, hills and dales,
Egrets and cranes sensing  a competetor
Near gave a chase, that was nice though.

'Just a metaphor that means a search
For beauty and lasting meaning' I heard,
Who said it; unknown commentator viewing
Every movement, each moment, of universe!

What a mystery, I thought for a moment,
Not the 'I' before, but one that is aggragated,
Above the narrow limits of me,my and mine,
The cranes and herons keeping me company
Had bid goodbye, I saw palms wave  hands.

Feeling comfortable with the new fecility
I flew high easy, couldn't find where I end
And the multiverse of wonders takes me over
"Aĺl I thought of me was as a visitor to this
Island of time and space, part of a whole,
But I have  my sweetheart close to my heart
Near and dear, friends all over the world
Many of us never met but neighbours of
My heart, I hear them from afar and their
Heartbeat I felt mine; was an adventure this,
Love prompted, a lilting poem  in progress,
Now  a flow with the wind circling universe
I am ecstacy itself, time is the essence in this
Tale, told  by many eyes" whispered I to
My invisible companions, winging with me.

And loomed large in my being my beloved
Moon with whom I fell madly in love in an
Age of unreason and wild infatuation.
She felt compelled to hold me close to her
***** and kissed my sweaty brows gently
A moment of oblivion, now I am one with
The sprit of universe, in thought and deed
When being becomes nothingness, bliss!

The starry nights, embellished in darkness
And light  is my domain till eternity, I have
No loss or gain, what 'I was' cherished is not
Taken from me a bit, in this wingless flight

The stars, a billions lighted souls dancing
In time line far near and eternal began
To hum a celestial tune that becomes all,
That makes the universe, it moves in waves
Holds all together with love and compassion
All the rest are just tales,elements create
You and I, all the rest are myths illusory
Apparition of one and only music eternal.
Masks bridle passion.
'Pandemic rules' enforce distance.
Love,corona reimagined!
 Nov 2020 Anita Jazz
Janette
Spring paled in the glow of soul-light, where
She opened, awaiting the incoming tide, reaching for completion,
A moment stalled between the intake of breath,
A satin tangled sigh, lost, beneath prayers, burning desolate hours.....





Lost shadows, fold into echoes, breathing the essence of lullabies, softly whispering,
Rainbows beyond colours of ache; where sculpted passion,
Spreads petals of dew dampened rose, beckoning the sun; and
Stillness clings to tear stained glisten, awakening the fragile kiss of unborn tomorrows....






She begs morning from a whisper-moon,  heartbeats, filling sighs dripped from her lips;
Her strength brailed-sutures, silence the scars beneath corners of her dream;
Dreams...the granules of heart's truth, the myths of her longing,
Cradled in the pause of unspoken crave....






Southerly winds carry pounding rhythms that mock her heartbeat,
So fragile, aching to touch the light in the distance,
A flame of trust ignited by matchstick whisper-sparks;
Pulled close, becoming airborne, flying through winds of chance;
To find his heartbeat racing beneath her own.....






Love sways in ripples of the river's embrace, beneath a canopy of night-tide,
Soft, the hush of unspoken, understanding, becomes
The inhalation of a kiss, exchanged in the ache of lips whispering,
"Sweet dreams, I love you"
So many miles between my pillow and his......






A wall of distance, steals touch from dreams,
She traces the peripherals of night, resting her heart upon his pillow,
Softly drowning in this unmade bed she lies draped in roses,
Spilling soundless as pink stamens sleep, brushed delicate in,
Timeless moments between the breath of night.......
Dream me sweet..... swirling in passion’s mist, lips brushing souls.....our murmured promises, lullaby through pulse, as night cradles stars.....and the sky bleeds ache.....dream me yours......to lie arched under your hands......shadowed in your want.........cresting in the glow......and holding....holding on........... J
 Sep 2012 Anita Jazz
Janette
The labyrinth of a sleepless mind....



Sleep lurks in a peripheral vision,
Twilight intoxicates, a strange pageant of longing,
My hands still burn with light,
A diaphragm of breath bathing reflections etched upon glass,
Held hostage amid the still of the night...






Shadows slip amongst shadows, cast in unearthly mist,
A single silver tear slips,  and
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Across blank lines ...





The wind has whispered memories in my ear,
The fragrance of longing left upon my pillow;
Behind my eyelids
I wait
To be taken to that place
Where Love is painted wordlessly,
In soft shades of jade and sienna..






It rests against my back
Breathless,
Touching deeper than skin
Without touching at all...........
Ramble of thoughts, slightly bruised....pen the hush...touching upon soft shadows...tracing those secret places hidden beneath the blush of a rose....... J

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