Over wine,
Life is absorbed a different way.

Passion was potent.
A taunting aura of sweet spells.

The forgiven rivers,
Showed they're lenity.
Soaking in the promises from sunlight.
& continuing, retracing it's steps.

Gifted is I,
Who reads life,
& in a single word,
Fearsome.
Yet I write as if the earth wasn't really spinning in space.
And Remembered is I,
Who had to be honest,
In fear of living a lie.

There's a weight limit on the world,
For the rain.
These duplicate ocean pebbles of water.
Salted for earth's dinner.

Each day gives us a reason,
To be ourselves.
If not a few hours,
Some special minutes in the moon's light.

The orchestration of Destiny & Fate
Entwine the meridians.
With nothing left but this primer of mist.
In our palms.

There's a fortune buried within us.
A catalogue, of identities to become.
Sometimes, Wishful thinking,
Boils our conscience.
When that,
Is all we have,
On this earthly scale.

The wind here is foreign,
An accent of thick whispers & voodoo.

There was a bark of ember,

A source of grace & her inevitable karma.

The burning coals leave levering zingers,
In the visible mist.

Destiny,
The charming embellisher.
Begins painting prosperity on the walls.
After all these long years of downs.
& with a whistle,
The silence is crystallized.
Detaching from the transparent water wings.
& preparing for the longest swim.

Just a sliver of ember,
Could embezzle, a country.

I dreamed an ocean one day,
Soft like silk, pouring through your fingers.
Satin, woven from the promised land.
In the thread, joyful echos, stained.

I dreamed of days under the topaz sunset.
I chirped to a toucan.
A beautifully colored bird.
Smart. Mute.
She chirped back.
I was in the Neverlands.

I dreamed of royal parades.
A mirage of Chiefs & they're daughters.
Horses for manpower.
Monthly packages of flour & sugar.
Life was equally labored.

I dreamed of being an Author of Poetry.
Sitting in some tower.
Seeing the world beneath my shoeless feet.
Writing,
A future.

Some things, told me, I shouldn't feel this way.
Not a voice..... Just small things.

The instruments,
Her heart speaks, revealed a smile,
That brought the sun
Slowly
Above us.

The decades of stone & brick.
It took awhile to shadow the hurt.
Days,
To build this empire of air around me.
To get the confidence,
To not care anymore.

The guy I am.
Usually sits on the darkest rock,
Under a bridge, by a stream.
Just thinking.

& She,
The woman she was, wasn't there.
I remember the moon & a dream.
Building a secure SELF
For accepting, but isolated.

The furthest things were so close,
She couldn't understand.
I'm really no-one.
Not anything more then human.

On this bench, I sat.
It was worn from all the years.
The silent disappointments from rejection.
Peeled the paint.
At my feet, the concrete, discolored.

I thought I had the power to heal,
REBUILD
But the guy I am,
Was left without a hammer,
Or even the smallest axe,
Or a plug,
For the furniture,
In the plasmic gleam,
Under the sunrise.

"Who am I?"
I whispered to a breeze.
It carried it with it.
"Your You."
Was the musically fading answer.
I turned back to the moon in a daze.
" I Am WHO I Am "

I haven' t felt this way before,
Opened.... Without a touch.
Just that faint melody of her words, rolling, until a smile.
Something about this was tricky.
I prepared years for an ambush from love.
Yet, I had no clue it would come.
I built brick walls miles high.
The guy I am,
Nowhere to be found on most nights.
By a lake, alone, maybe.
But she the woman she is,
Came in.
Undetected.
No skip of heartbeat, No bricks removed.
She found me.
Under the moon, building a dream.
Snowglobe eyes.
Soap stained skin.
Lips softer then light.
She stood there.
Curious of what I was doing.
Thunder, spun me around.
Her Innocence,
Swindles the wind to calm.
I couldn't understand.
So many decade it took,
To mold the electric barrier & buff it, invisible.
But she stood there,
Inside.
Admiring the furniture in the stars.
Grabbing a handful of the golden waterfall,
And blowing it into the breeze.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm .....No-one." I replied confused.
"Really? If your no-one, then why am I here?" She asked kindly.
I turned back to the moon in a daze.
"The only way to get here, is haven taken the wrong road first."
I said humbly.