where night is black opals
before the storm.

out of the flames,
pheonix bright,
our love,
reawoken,
tender and ageless,
*****-faced like
a jaguar of the night,
purple, blue and yellow
the bloodless fire,
and somewhere in
the hurt and the pain
the ghosts like an
old sinatra song
sing their melodies
in the sad summer hours.
i don't think i'll
ever feel so bruised
or so dark, our love
out of those blue-ghost
flames.

desire for this World and all it can give
is often beyond me

or I am gone beyond all such desires
and look only for the next world

the place of eternity
where home will truly be home.

Riding upon an escalator of energies, I drift
inside landscapes of stars.
Inside place filled with limitless galaxies
and endless life forms.

My veil of forgetting is released
as so my human form
to celebrate my eternal flame
that burns aiding my sight.

Celestial bodies glisten,
vibrating with little voices
only a heart can hear.
Sweet music plays
trying to awaken a soul
deep within.

Heart radiates
becoming a geiger counter
a navigational tool
for my ships form to gracefully move.

Time exists not, for all is one and one is all
in the vacuum of space.
A place of Gods home, of my home
where I now know my essence is love.