Love's Glass.

Brimming with tender touches prepared is our love-cup.
Thirst will quench deeper now golden nectar runs clear.
Not to waste any in sips I intend to tip love's glass up.
Swallowing passion to dregs will get rid of felt fear.
A satisfied palate ensures heady freedom is near.

Love never tastes bitter taken eagerly, appetite's draught
Refreshes the soul for absorbed love's wine emboldens.
Gently sweetened I feel ready for honeyed love-crafts.
Tasting I imbibe ambrosial amour as need takes hold.
Drunk to the full I embrace the life love will control

It is when love makes us sing
smile and dance that it
is beautiful.

No chance is missed of seeing
life's canvas shaded
by love's hues.

Angelic creativity will lead
love's seasons toward
spiritual dues.

With this can love concede
when it stays within
medium used.

Love, if content, will recede
never because it lets
beauty enfuse.

It knows, when un-needy
that love understands
love's rules.

Rock's chill in early Spring shadow
keeps leaf-buds folded
while greenery's frocks, still frozen
in fuzzy stiff mold,
reveal growth's frigidity goes
hand in glove with cold.

As ice-wind becomes zephyr stone's
rime loses control,
frost melts when pairing takes over,
plants' ****** role
exchanges gender, smouldering
with intent that shows.

May's rising sun resurrects tones
of need-coloured gold,
male and female lustily hone
livened desire, hold
hands, steal kisses and gene-loaded
feel blood embolden.

As time turns to love Nature owns
the chase will not slow
for copulation re-proves growth,
appearing sans snow
stirs fur, feather and human bones,
to what all are prone.

The heat of togetherness sewn
into weather owes
its success to overflowing
need for warm clothing
for cold never turns bread to toast,
or so I am told.

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.

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.

Never Again.

Never this day again,
never this moment of potent sensation.

Air of sharp crystalline
will not again invade this exact skyline.

The same sun's high display
will never perform this grandeur again.

Not again this daytime
when whirling seagulls hunt high tide.

No more this moment's sheen
diamantéing each ripple over the sea.

Never again this morning
when quiet eats into sound and form.

Nature's speech, in this second
only, will never be bettered for effect.

Love, said the Guru,
         does not hold back,
  love has no lack.
Love does not inhibit,
     love knows no limit.
Love will not abuse,
   love's flow is continuous.
  Love is not blind,
     love heeds no time.
Love, he stated, is not frugal,
   love is inside you.
Love stays alive, never dies,
      Love asks but for use.

Wild foaming tops in whitening turbulence,
Racing up beach-ward an ocean unloads.
Boisterous motion bouncing with fervour,
Explosions discharging as froth overflows.

Sea seized with madness starts to spit pebbles,
Sandy **** shaken like rats tails thru' air,
Tumbling excitement as breakers rise restless,
Desperate to fling salty bits from their hair.

Wind force increasing boats wisely harbour,
Diving, brave seagulls dip nearer the waves.
Dark sky showing storm drifting to starboard,
Pewter mist begins mixing cobalt with grays.

Petulant tides on this coast need caution so
Dicing no more with ocean homeward I go.

This loaf I bake was once golden wheat
which harvested,
threshed then ground
made flour from ripened ears of blessing.

This cheese I churn was once milky froth
which with countless
turning first creamed then set
to hardened thickness of clotted health.

This wine I drink was once fruity grape
which trodden made
from flesh musty liquid
that time changed to nectar-rich pleasure.

This thanks I give was once humbly said
as harvest custom
so feasters could not forget
that abundance appears when heads bend.

Oh for a yesterday
when moments of lavishly ripe
excitement flew over
distance in high hope and made
new horizons glorious.
Where rich and expectant, love
scribed a metaphor,
when readiness was enough to
shine on dual futures

Nothing then but tides of daily
close contact ebbed
and flowed while need climbed
to unexplored shores.
Where a well-planned vacation
waited delayed and
waves of impatience broke into
action as passion rose.

Oh for the yesterday
when racing we sped away from
any fixed moorings,
left tracks of habit and sailed our
own secret galaxy.
We thought reaching land would
make life fantastic
yet implacable fate had its hand
in our plans for sure.

Two stars plied, without fanfare
love's clandestine notes,
laughed at the true prospect of  
two planets colliding.    
But past became abscent by loss
of tomorrows when
death threw chance over-board    
of change taking effect.

Oh for one more yesterday.

Pasts were forgotten.
They were strangers no more
To each other,
But unknown now to themselves.

They stood in awe
Of what they knew had begun.
Now outside of time,
They learnt nothing but new.

Their sense became numb.
They realised fate meant
To open love's toll-gate,
So they became one.

Beyond time's bounds
Begins destiny's chance
And there they waited
For their reality.

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.