The air I breathe, Which gasps and sighs; My journey of choice guided All its winds and there were The words my soul had yet To Melody.
Along the sky, next to The petals stolen and the birds Feathery flight there was an Angel Sobbing in blue and whose tears When hit on ground did stroke alive Many a lily white bloom.
And the air I breathed Caught the Daughters of God In mid flight and split the tongue Into words forΒ Β Poet Saint to verse The world in birth of inklings.
Near a sonnet yet born A coronet of masks lay drawn Upon the faces of nymphs I saw The fiery lust behind open waters Chanting to sailors revealing their Naked spirits and seducing in words That seemed a song from some Romantic whale.
In the orchestra of stars, Breathing in constellations up Upon a pedestaled Word, The sumptuous flows of winged words Played like sweet violins and the chorus Was mine to orchestrate, Both slow and methodical, Paced and volatile.
And I breathe, The breath of lovers like a steed And a mare upon whose back Sits Eros shooting arrows into My very soul romantically evoking The man in me who believes In the songs of love, A woman whom sings them aloud And along the moist of her lips Sits the poem I have yet To write.
Oh deep is the breath, The Lovers combine in perverse Yet controlled light, The naked souls are entwined In a living light of crystalline Bodies mankind deep passionate Starry eyed poetry.
Ah the winds that be life! Times of sorrow that fill the void Like restless cries of a motherless Child, and a walk among the tombstones Brings about the rage of death, Both tranquil and terrifying, These words are they that bleed.
I breathe the words in open air, The Shepard winds upon My ink, the poem dances light And lovely adorned with sighs And sorrows, would bes and regrets, The tender ferocity of the winds.