A blue forearm comes out of the void and tugs
at your chin blue skin on yours
Blue naked feet climb out of the void
into where you are
Your eyes fixed on
the incredible sight
and you ask
with all you are:
Are you that reckless

A curvy figure rises breaks
through the water surface shakes off
all limitations
her hand still remembers the touch
of the sandy ground
under water
a promise
the wind whirls around her body
curls
her fingers in apprehension:
She is ready

The little girl sits
with her braids flipping
on the wooden swing not
just swinging wildly yet
The greatest shame always was
she says
wisely
to let loose the infinite amount
of Love I carry in me
because
here you wait
you know this is
most essential
because they just wouldn't, for some reason, take it

Beat, goes your heart
and you let it connect

I always feel
the magnetic pull
before I look up
eyes wide
seeing you soar through the air
then I wonder

Would you like to start your poem
in the dark
here with me
a glowing pen in your hand
your beating heart will tell you
now
it's time to start
it's safe
a good idea to have the world
begin

A woman in orange cloth crosses
a dusty street
cluttered with
dusty fears and believes -
she straightens herself
nods
before she greets
all of them kindly

You walk in front of me, your footsteps soundless but steady and safe, your pearly skin that so amuses me glowing in the dark.
I follow this glow, always, gathering the silvery snowflakes
falling out of your hair at times.
You gather yourself around me if needed, if you want me to keep
my eyes open despite all the arrows and daggers. You do not seem
to mind, feel it yes, but to mind -
You just look at me silently, cracking the tiniest smile as if saying
I do this all the time and you know it.
And I know it.

The field
bare
before you
a tip of your finger
reaches
for a light
touch -
and makes all of it ripple and cause
a huge
ongoing wave of the ocean

A child leaps through a stream of silver weaved
carefully into dreams that spill
into her waking life
until her eyes
are clear

A silver figure walks
on green plant leaves
red blossoms weaved
diligently
into his hair
each step
connects

The snow fox hops
into the
snow
head first
and topples over
never mind though

Are you traveling
through galaxies
with the speed of light
dear
are you showing me
that you
nevertheless
can be here in an instant
beaming with leaves
still stuck in your hair

If that's a spell I speak it
gladly
with all of you

If those bright eyes of yours
are open all the way
to touch your truth
I'll gladly hear it

They whisper about the new King and how
he is a bit odd
in several many things
and different

Their heads bow
nevertheless
to address this man
who does not know how
to suppress a stare
to swallow down
any feeling to ban
all signs of insecurity
from his face

They kneel just once
before they are pulled up
in an awkward ****
a strong
slightly shaking arm
commanding them upward
level with an open face
in awe of
what had just happened

A wordless command
You will never be Bystanders
ever again

^^^
-----

You sit by the forest and weep
a deep
deep
feeling
of loss

a world
turning inside out
for the first time
in your life


                                                              ­          You sit by the river and cry
                                    untying all knots with shaking, coop'rative hands
                                                           ­                                  a dance of your
                                                                ­                             true molecules

                                                     ­     

                                                             🌊

An open hand
cannot hold
strings
Unfolded wings
cannot not fly

I hate how I
think and think
in my head
if you
love me

or just loved the feeling of
being in love

I should know you
and myself
better than that.

A silver stream of knowledge
in the cold winter air
surrounds you
holds
to ask you
for permission;
this is not a dream

A wooden boat
with coloured, ragged sails
like a patchwork rug eagerly patched
together by two children
floats downstream

From here you see
all the way the boat has come down
has navigated through some
really critical points
and shallow water

Through some serious storms

And you smile benevolently
when you see it bravely rambling on
and sometimes lose direction
or so it seems

On the boat
on its slippery wooden planks
you stand holding on to
the mast and see
something else

There you see
howling waters coming
towards the fragile looking  bow
sharp pieces of
rock and massive bark floating by

You see the horizon and the unknown
behind it
the potential
Niagara Falls

You hear the bashing sound
of the water masses
the roar terrifies you
paralyses-

Apply bird's eye, dear

What is that you hear?

Apply
bird'eye
and float
downstream

❦

A thought completely
free of any
heavy logic
flies through you right
into your fingertips to hover
just a semi second
before leaking
like a delicious liquid
into the black and white
of your instrument

A sea of tears, and
who says
they were there
always, who says
no being shed them -
a sea of tears
cried from
living eyes

In truth you do not
lose yourself
but find
you do not split
apart
but mend
you put your hands together
dear
this music
that you heard
you hear
it plays
for You

🌠

My doctor goes
crazy about
my thyroid
flutt'ring
here and there not
giving
any
steady
values to be
accurately measured
I soothed her today
saying
thinking
It's just
Life calibrating
my body balancing
itself
It's just the
Butterfly Effect
She says ok but
please
get yourself another
appointent
I smile we
both know
It's just my body
calibrating itself
It's just
Life
calibrating -

Are you a Night Sky
protecting me from
bright
perturbing lights
intruding
my system
too early