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 Oct 2018
Colm
What depths could I describe?
What sights have you not already seen?
What could I possibly tell you that you haven’t already heard from the whispering trees?
The warmth of summer
The shimmering gleam of the frigid stars
With stream water splashing about your feet
What cooling sensations could I possibly bring
To a heart such as yours  
On warm nights such as these
Cool is not always arrogant.
 Oct 2018
Napolis
Lost in the
deep end of
your Auburn
eyes,

unable to
catch my
breath nor
wanting too.

so many
questions
and sheltered
dreams
that move
across your
eyes mesmerize
this moment
unlike anything
else I have
ever known.

hearing your
voice next
to me
I feel
like  a
fat calico
cat with
my belly
being rubbed
over and
over to
my hearts
content.

and the
beauty of
you is
in a
falling star,

it is
in this
moment that
rises up
to embrace
me,

the calling
of wonder
and the
simple smile
that blesses
your face.

and in
this moment
I am
a child.

I am
a child

with you.
 Oct 2018
Ciel Noir
When I die, will I be like I was before my birth?
I will be the Earth, my love
I will be the Earth
And then what shall I be when Sun and Earth shall become one?
I will be the Sun, my love
I will be the Sun
And what then when the Sun shall lay her veil upon the dark?
I will be the stars, my love
I will be the stars
And what will I become when all the stars no longer shine?
I will be the sky, my love
I will be the sky
 Oct 2018
Napolis
You have
stopped
me to
dream
here
for a
moment
with you,

a precious
moment
of love
and spiritual
wisdom.

and for
the taking
you might
have my
spirit
to carry
with you
throughout
your days,

and in
that moment
we will
be in
union
through
out all
of the
dreams of
time,

a God
filled
shadow to
one another.

where we
will bathe
in pale
moon light,

and dance
in the
joys of
what dreams
will come.


a shadow
dream
where we
will always
find,

truth of
spirit,
love of
heart,

and two
souls
that will
always
dance and
sing as

one.
 Oct 2018
Napolis
The shades
by your
bedroom
windows
blow
in rhythm
to the
early
morning
sky.

and the
anticipation
of the
moment
when
you first
awake,

comes to
me like
a siren
dream.

and it
may just
be a
Monday
morning
to the
rest of
the world
but not
to us.

this moment
is everything.

and the
true
beauty
of the
day.

is the
moment
you first
awake.

and i
look over
to you
and witness
the sun's
first coming
into your
eyes.

and I
feel

warmth.

and my
coffee
lies
cold

upon
our kitchen
table.

till noon.
 Oct 2018
Pagan Paul
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Like a watermark through crisp white vellum
a face appears through the veil of dreams,
to colour wash away a montage of image
and decorate a mosaic of sleep dust seams.

As halcyon lakes waterfall into prism nebulae
and the courtesan face evades its emotions,
inevitably slipping between the chasms of space
like golden dolphins through plasmic oceans.



© Pagan Paul (01/09/17)
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Old poem, rewrite. PPx
 Oct 2018
Napolis
Know.
this.

I have
the same
dreams,

I feel
the same
change
of seasons
and need
for restless
walks..

I hunger
for the
same
desires
and union
of souls.


and I
will find
you .

in the
wind.

in ancient
spirit
calls..

in diamond
speckled
skies
at night.

know this.

from
this moment
on I  will
hold
closer
still in

the sunrise
when I
first awake.

and sigh....
 Oct 2018
Napolis
In the
birth of
the morning
light,

I would hold
your smile
with all
of my might,

all of my cards
of life and
fairy tail
dreams
on the table.

for you
to turn
over as
you wish.

I offer
to you
my scars to
heal,

and I can
see that
in your
eyes.

that forever
begins with
this moment
now,

your laughter
like
sunlight
as it falls
over me.

and I
am warm
I am
vulnerable
to you,

and for the
first time
in a long
time.

I have
so many
questions
of myself.

of this
first meeting
this first
hello.

and Santa Barbara
is in your
eyes,

and now it
is there
that I
forever want
to be.
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