Dance ocean,
Thy fiery sea.
Tear at the sky,
With blue wings.

Ocean you are beautiful,
When you rage in a powerful storm,
I know you well.
I call to you in the morn.

Die softly down,
Thy whispering sea.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me your melody.

i love you even when you are stressed,
when your lips purse into a pout

i love you even when you are sick,
and your body aches

i promise to make you tomato soup
and give you back massages

most of all,
I will remind you I love you
no matter how scared you are

I will keep reminding you
I love you with my being,
words and actions

My heart pulls left,
And tugs right.
Between me are three lives.

Please...
Dont make me choose...

The scripts of time,
Can only be written.
By the Scholars of wise.

They who document.
They who reveal,
The past and future.
To those of real.

Thy heart stings,
With a longing.
To be loved.

Your skin pale from
Winter. Smooth as
Female Nature Herself; as silk,
Yet warm as young
Motherhood, electric
As newlywed love.

I whisper improvised poetics
Between lips that know each
Pore of your perfect person.
I kiss clichés on your cheekbone,
Nouns on your nose.
Bury my face in your sweet
Eternities of seraphim scented hair,
And pray that the poem
I leave on your parchment skin
Remains unread by
Other readers.
You wrap your covers around
Me, unfolding, then folding,
               Unfolding, then folding,
Like a slowing butterfly mid-
Butterflight.

And I add a poem to everything,
As always.
A poem the exact size of a
Lady loved, -the sound of
Waves of Wish upon Thank,
And the weight of
The world's only
Actual
Church.

My wolf howls,
In pain.

I am unloved,
By the rain.

Content to be imperfect,
To the wilds I run.
I only wish to be alone.
May my time come.

Painful memories,
Curse thy Wolf and I.
I feel like a child,
Who sits in the corner and cries.

May I howl,
Until the daylight dawns..
My kin,
I only wish to cry..

Alone...

Behind the door,
Of grates and Iron.
Screams of war cry out.

Beyond the gates.
The great army awaits.
For the battle of man to man.

Awestruck wonder,
For the dragon.
That glides above.

The horn sounds,
Summoning the fires..
Of Hell.

Beyond the past,
Beyond our future.
Evolution is inevitable.

Change,
Will always be apart of,
THIS sand of time.

AS the dreams commence,
As our path becomes clear.
The treasuring reward,
Is within the crystal sphere.

One finds its true dream,
Within the universe that bonds.
Finding Thy Destiny,
Beyond the red sands.