Nearly Seen.

Through the thinnest of veils there exists
worlds behind and between
mind-tides of seeming reality, semblance
of things intentionally waive
what is thought as experience and effects
on immediate senses.
Not dreams but live essences divined in
the universe as earthly yet
creatureless air holds shape-shifter faces
biding in every corner as
shifting shadows taking different forms.
Speech tho' unvoiced conveys
more in silence from dimensional planes
for primal harmony obeys
awareness of self together with presence
and felt power reverberates
with non-visible beauty in many guises
before assuming any shift
in available love-morphed configuration
to frame the rarely seen.
To those who use viewing beyond things
enough suitable reason
to receive, unafraid, spiritual aid toward
infinity come vague feelings
through thinnest of veils that there exists
worlds behind and between.

Abandon.

Such a beautiful thing is a shell,
floating it sings 'tho half-empty,
sculptured for strength in excess
of accents or patterns an ecstasy
with wave-lovers has undressed
its close-partnered togetherness.

Oh shell of beauty, gone forever
your wholeness but in a sea-bed
still white your glisten measures
pace with the breakers in restless
dance of sheer abandon even yet.

Attuned.

Those whose thoughts have not sprung
from the cadence of waves
will never know songs that were ancient
when all the now agéd were young.

Those whose respect the vast ocean
accepts speak its tongue, sense
vagaries known only to weathered
faces turned to catch tidal motion.

Those whose minds are ocean-attuned,
gather storm-ebb's precocious
mood as ****'s mineral wealth floats
in with extras like fresh crab food.

Those whose living has grown safer
with knowing sea-swell pictures
wave behaviour hear vague whispers
of sound-change in rising breakers.

Those who receive news of bad gales
before skies turn black have read
wisdom's past signs and hear sea-bed
rhythms not heard by strangers.

Oh Light, you travel so fast,
invisibly cladding
this planet in change which
nothing can hinder,
altering colourless night-hue
you, in an eye's flick
gilt sea's face, reveal distance,
you, more than that
touch land in filigree-silver,
melting black fingers
of mist netting dune's grass
and more than that,
your whispers to unfolding
flora in still-dark
corners make numberless
petals succumb
to your calls, sensuous fur
feels your warming
as feathery sleep blinks in
readiness to dawn's
breezy ruffles for morning
stirs wings, fins
stretch in watery beds and
more than that,
humanity worldwide yawns
at your warning
of lullaby's finish and shakes
off drowse to see
how labour for hours ahead,
can be a life-giving
force with daylight's ready
aid, more than that
each sunset aims to put end
to your daily
performance but not before
that glittering exit,
the show of best-rays taking
central stage after
which Oh Light, you sink
slowly back into
your secret abyss and wait,
for more than
unthinkable would be life's
disastrous lack
if your worthy entrance it's
cue ever missed,
and for this, every earthling
human or otherwise
relaxes while offering sighs
of meant thanks.
to Light and to its Creator.

I witnessed the moon eclipsing tonight,
like the silver stud on my sable dress
or a shimmering pearl securely tied
to the velvet of my black necklace.
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
Held by love's cosmic pull, her eye,
never losing veiled lustre turns pale
like you the gone jewel of my sad sky,
vanished from sight yet always remain.

Oh vast bellied dome above sceptred earth,
you the keeper of light and dark,
revealer of crocus-star clusters, unfettered
moon-******, the vortex saluter
who sends us solar creation every morning
accept prayer's persistence.

Oh highway to space that, eternity sewn,
binds this great globe in waves
of sham separation to show humanity no
order can be restored without
crossing reef's barriers to regain former
secrets of paradise living.

Lost in terror of time we dwellers still war
against peace, seal fate by signing
for ego's supremacy, look at skin before
spirit so losing our neighbourly
natural affection which would open doors
to beyond mere existence.

Oh limitless silence of the above, sky-scape
of Heaven maintaining divinity
lies in forgiveness and understanding that
Love being but a whisper away
offers angelic assistance that, should we ask,
waits to make us alive again


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so to you on behalf of the many I add Amen.

There is one time during twilight when meet two lovers
and discreetly, behind sunset's cover, they first
must dance round each other's girth  
under dusky sky then, in russet-style soon couple.    

Sparks fly as Dark embraces Light for at his touch stars
rush to the scene, blue blushes red at confessed
union, hues meld in wild expression
before Dark has to stay and reluctant Day departs.

Grey is then dominant shade as waits setting silence
with bated breath until comes change to wrench
paired bliss again as rays descend
'til morning breaks loose from ******* to night.

When Dark and Light next unite dawn knows well
it will be but moments before their goodbye      
but used to addiction hours will fly
toward  flickering chance as time ties them again.