Her eye's crochet the sweetest honey taste, from afar i canst touch her face; in only dream state for now.

Though ourn spiritual confections are locked in sky mode, heavenly perfection; myth's to men, reality of the unseen beauty.

Namelings of celestial fountain springs, nubivagant moving and dancing; aye, aye, none tears to cry.

Fears shed like scales, new thoughts, new thinking; eating pomarious delights, the river of life from which comes ourn drinking.

Surrounded, soon shalt we be, where tree's art high as sloping hills, where breath gives life; where life is free.

Impigrity wilt help us as we'll focus on scenes, aloft places believed; to be lost or fabricated.

Though the sights shalt be real,
As ourn latibule wilt be close;
To the field's that bloom yellow,
Wherein the grass is to thy waist,
And thy feet like pillows feel.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl jane nagley dedicated

don’t you know? your body
is made of stardust—i see
it glimmering in you.
don’t you know? you are
not too much, you are not
too little, you are an
entire world; you are
mountains, you are trees,
you are the gentle-moving
tides and the soft-curving river,
you are the ever-still lake.
don’t you know? the craters
in your skin are no less
beautiful than the ones that
kiss the moon’s surface.
don’t you know? there are
nebulae inside your chest,
and they glow, they glow,
they glow—you are never
alone in the darkness, love.
don’t you know? the night
sky twinkles along you,
the northern lights oscillate
as you breathe.
don’t you know? don’t you
know? you are beautiful;
you are your own galaxy.

Some days there is an ache
That ripples through my soul like an echo in an empty cave.
Where it started, I'll never know
But it seems endless on my empty days.

O morning sky of endless blue
Tinged with purply-pinky hue
You tell me of His mercies new
Whose heart pursues my own

O geese in wingèd winter's flight
Your honking cries arouse delight
And lift my gaze to seek thy sight
As wooing from His hand

O softest breeze which skims my face
And stirs with such mysterious grace
My soul to reach for Love’s embrace
You brush me with His kiss

O snowflakes falling to the ground
You pierce my heart without a sound
To crave a purity only found
Beneath a bloodied cross

O setting sun in half-light glowing
Waning day’s last glorious blush showing
You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing—
This life is fading fast

O stars of midnight’s blackest sky
Paraded forth, you pull my eye
Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry:
“I’m coming back for you.”

O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging
You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing,
With haunting echoes faintly singing,
“Lose all of you in Him.”

Sitting beside the river
With the soft glow
of a crescent moon
My thoughts are as light as clouds
Thinking about the day
You exposed me to your forest
How it was the first moment
I caught a glimpse
Of your heart.

And the day you have let me in
The day you have carefully held my love
Dearly close to your heart
Was the first moment
I ever called a man..
Beautiful.