Some Times,i

Re - ceive signs,
Telling me to:
STOP

&

L I S T E N.

(coyotes crying in the distance)

&& then..
                   ..i drifted..
                                         ..away

A gentle valley,
Bare feet,
Reverberating Earth.

Midnight's dewey veil,
Not yet lifted

Those are bones you're walkin on, son.
I'll only go a bit further..

"I do hope she's alright."

&& to think:
All of these,

heart-particles..    &&     ..fragmented
                                                                 little
                                                                         rainbows..

In the wake of...   you...

Your angelic endowments,
joyous *****,
&& delectable secretions

Wise we once were,
harmoniously ravaging.

My temple is empty
&& All that i can see; i steal.

Arise,
Wretched restraint with serpentine whorl,
Blackened abscess && swirling obsession,
Abstain from sense!

Behold:
Lucid lovers, && sentient glow.
Serenity manifest,
Mirroring images of a vivid mirage.

Hearts;
Well-suited shackles for sordid undulation.
Tiny bubbles all in a bunch.
Intricately tied shoe-strings,
In search of cessation.

Expire.*
Faint fragments of distant spines shattered.
Sedated sensations,
A dark place, pristine lake,
Awakened.

I can feel your lovely heart-strings,
singing, vibrating,
through your throat,
the sound your soul,
makes; it ******* vibrates.

Behind my eyes, I
Can still see your,
wondrous gaze,

A thousand tiny yellow lights

A Shaman with only one foot,
Still takes,
every step at a time.

You came back this morning,
if not to cuddle, but for a moment.

You kno:
when you wake up,
in love,
everyday,
it's put up, or shut up;

I realized today:
you haven't gotten ahold of me,
because you kno i won't let go.

Sweet thing, i will break this heart of mine
whether you help me,
or not..

We ended up beside one another in line,
myself,
&& the sweetheart with the dream eyes.

The girl whose gaze reached,
where dreams dwell.
From one heart-string to another,
whose heart beat lightly,
the pulse of my own,
mirrored by a distant light,
reflecting in our languished eyes.
Alive.

Our intimate, imitant crystal gaze,
resounded all of the opulences.

Golden light pouring through pristine pools,
Pure laughter && aqueous, bubbling love.

A single dream,
just one lumen,
fixed about a sole stroke of mortal contour--
A love.

Tracing delicate differences,
illuminating a limitless furrow.

"So where are ya from?"
not her name,
nor her time.

Her answer:
the tears streaming down my face.

"From where the animals run the furthest."

my heart stumbled outwards,
my hand, apprehensive,
yet absolute,
reached her right,

Lovingly,
inclusively,
she then grasped it,
with both her heart-strings.

"Tell them on your way back,"
Smiling,
knowing deep within her contention,
**"I can't live without it."