Your love is like...

Helium

It changed the

Voice

Of my heart

when I carry you in my lips
I forget about my heels
eating cherries like a mademoiselle
(also called mademoiselle Chanel)
I don’t have to look in the mirror
there is summer in their look


you came to inhabit my lips
and the colours of words starve blinded
traffic lights repeat what they have seen
you will find your way over there
to the old carnival
inspiration of the living
no one dares to touch me
I am too much of an electrified cage

this woman wants to give herself to you
with the most natural lack
of grace
you can pray with my lips
for the rest of the day

You remind me of the earth,
   like deep burnt umber woodlands
mid downpours' fresh aroma
       & spring's foliage lushly reborn,
twinkling explosive pinpoints
       grazing beyond dark ether,
  sparkles dappling 'pon depths
        of eternal seascapes's nature,
amidst breath of relentless airy winds
    gusting above her majesty's hazes
       beyond purple mountain's apex
and streams of meadows' wildflowers in
  deftly painted horizons after moonbows,
vivid consciousness' uttermost reminisce
   of all things recollected in the long ago
        essence of your memories' presence

I never see that prettiest thing--
A cherry bough gone white with Spring--
But what I think, "How gay 'twould be
To hang me from a flowering tree."

the flowers of memories   shall never die
these living moments of pedals blooming
standing   fluttering in winds and sky
feelings of silk  across the skin alive  
refreshing to be one so precious  
a living life force forever nature of mind  
seeking roots to grow
in mind to elevate the senses
remembering the freshness began
the colors of pedals hold the eye
the blooming lending  smells  a boo kay
as life retreats to die leaving life yearnings
behind...in memories of the mind
the sky beyond flowers of time
how to touch behold the softness
the precious in hand a heart pumping beauty
flower fragrant form combined
a making of flowers a yearning
to be to stand for life as beauty
up holding a gentleness in living
the life beyond...... eyes see whats
held in the heart lending of spirits
of flower power born in the vapors
giving nature back the heart
by power of life living giving sharing
this world commands a respect
only the precious will know
as a beauty obtained by gentle givings
a whole world of sensation
the making of Earth life creation
humans step back at wonders beyond
such life makings all but a moment in time
as the taint gives up its hold on beauty
we cry never die be this bookay  
a moment of beauty remembered
to set a course a eulogy   
the being within the flower
the hoping the will
to not break the heart
as the body grows old
I stand as a flower my pedals fall
like arms and shoulders rounding out
collapsing to the ground below
my stalk this backbone bows
wilting and withering
as one ******* remembered another
no longer gravity held
returned to the soil the ground below
remembered for the events we shared
but mostly for the consciousness
of  Flower Power....gjmars  5/20/15

Broken thing, little bird
Still your wings and heed my word
There's always time to fly again
So take a rest my weary friend.

Feel the wind rush through the leaves
Sway gently on the summer breeze
Slow your breath and end your song
My little bird, the day is long.

Oh, baby bird, my little crow
I love you more than you could know
Sleep sweetly, softly, precious one
The night has come, the day is done.

He is a delicateness
a tender beautiful mess
He is the softness of
the papers of an old book
He is that forgotten wetness
of shy kissed lips
He is that sudden leap in her heart
when she smells rain
He is all those tiny things
unseen and untouched
Believe me he is
all that I have touched and cherished.

He is the emptiness
of a broken summer's moon.
Believe me he is.

They experience an exhilirating flight
Adrenaline of pure joy mixed with fright
Hair flying back in the summers breeze
They're as one with the birds in the trees
And as their feet reach out to touch the sky
I mourn my inner child

Small flame in darkness,
You became my inferno


Your spark scalded me.

Having wings of tremendous speed
Sound entwined with a windless day
I watch as the hummingbird feeds
Can't seem to pull myself away

For this small bird seems overworked
A human's yard is his reward
Where feeders of sweet nectar lurk
Before he continues onward

I don't know from whence he travels
But he is a sight to behold
Like a puzzle to unravel
He appears when nature has called

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A winged spark doth soar about—
I never met it near
For Lightning it is oft mistook
When nights are hot and sere—

Its twinkling Travels it pursues
Above the Haunts of men—
A speck of Rapture—first perceived
By feeling it is gone—
Rekindled by some action quaint

I want to see this garden flourish among these twisted days, to see the roses of white glow so sweetly in the moonlight

To look at the tulips glow when the sun rises among the pines, to see their radiant shades glow like the strains in the galaxies

To see the sunflowers rise to the highest gods, to grasp the stars and encumber them among their seeds

I wish to see this flourish, even with the flames coming close