. . . ruffled feathers
threw stone and bone --
white noise
rose up
from my pages . . .

Sacred, are these silent spaces

Above:
North-East,
Below:
South-West,
a cross: our hemispheres --
my Love,  you pulse

Steadfast

Between the Lotus and the Roses

The copper Sun
piercing through a warrior-skin:
red Spirit raised
echoes of the Andes
across this wide, wide space --

A kingdom bathed in waterfalls:
rainbow-droplets cape
green Palm Valleys --
Ancient breaths breathe golden mist,
plume
an up-draft for our trembling

Dreams a-flutter
in the fullness of the night,
birds singing lovesongs,
nestled in the arms, of Old Acacia Sprites

Silver Fur ridges
on the black back of a Jackal --
  howling, moon-light calls,
to an ultra-violet sky

Ears pull back, heads turn upward
gazing at blue eggshells
and trigger-painted speckles,

We gather flying bullets,
fold them into butterflies --
Scale upon beautiful scale,
twirling in a Trident Maple --
intricately pattern the purest truth:
to feel

My heart is shaped like Africa,
immaculately loved
Your heart is shaped, like Paradise,
Warm, within the wings,
of a common Turtle Dove

Oh, Sadness come,
Wash over me!
Spewing like-waves
of the Deep, blue Sea

Oh, Darkness, come;
Cascade, velvet Light.
Rise behind the Moon,
Eye of the Night:

Luna of August,
Cast thy blue Rays!
My old friend, Darkness
For to Light up the way,

Death: the Chariot,
Emerge from the *****!
Urge thy black Steeds,
to the Silver Shore.

To the Sun in the Cornflower Meadow
above:
course the veins of the Heart
who truly knows
Love

Samhain Moon:
the tides are turning,
currents rage,
leave my stomach
churning

Poetry becomes reality --

A Monster,
fashioned in the Blue Moon's rays
of saddened heart
and vengeful ways,

I part my lips,
swallow lightning bolts,
breathe in hurricanes
and instead, breathe out

Songs of Love and Pagan gods --

Sever the chains
of Death's clanging Chariot,
straddle the Steeds,
trap the Storm
in Shells and reeds,

Poetry becomes reality --

Wrapping verse around a concrete heart,
shatters of infinite forms
come together
In the Eye of the Storm