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Her languid voice
Drew me in, drooped,
And tentacle hair wrapping,
My feet fell before hers,
Sinking in the faraway lost pool,
The mortality in the sands,
And even the stars, snuffed
Out of darkness and fire
Became the light of the world,
The hushed day breaking
With welling waters and salt.
How can dream be lived,
Within dream?  Must I swear
As I fall into bliss?
I hear the rain trickling,
dropping off the needles,
it descends on rolling hills
of green velvet & you,
you with your
self-indulgent ways,
fill yourself up
with strange pills,
as if you're
the only person
on the planet
with personal problems.

Well ******,
wake up, wake up,
pick yourself up,
come out of your
self-induced coma &
come listen
to the soothing rain,
it's better
than all the pain,
the sickness
you've been suffering.
No ifs and buts and frets on time gone astray
We were exactly where supposed to be each day.

We were exactly at the right place with right face
Not drifting around but knocking the right address.

No ifs and buts and frets deeming years as waste
We were exactly on the right track doing our best.

We were exactly picking of all the choices the choice
Not straying but staying to listen to our inner voice.
Inspired by and borrowed from Dustin Carpenter's comments on his poem The Distance (Each day we will see we were exactly where we were intended to be)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/641849/the-distance/
Thank you Dustin.
on my nose
a cold pin *****
I wonder what's the reason

cloud tiptoes
part and leak
falls first rain of the season!
Deep in the chalk of gloaming flame,
The tawn and pale, of moan and loon,
Where under leaves of forest shades,
The crescent rails of the riding moon,
Here is when the quick blood running
Drains with shear seepings and looks,
With eyes agape, small game stunned
Over pines and green hemlock wood,
The ferryman wings and clawing tears,
Whose silent strike and low red raking
Blasts unto an indifferent lane of peers,
This is the house of apparition's name,
A mages fugue, muffled muses reprise;
The **** song which creeps as sun dies.
Dawn of mind, riding spirited dragon,

Broken claw of falling moon, still in sky,

Flash and roar of blinding Eastern sun,

Hiking the crest, on chains of mountain.
The golden tinge of sun pierced the cloud
But the mangrove held onto its dark cloak
She hid somewhere between the light and shadow
When from one irresistible daze I awoke.

Unbeknownst flamed up the rocks salt white
Dry since the waves receded beyond the *******
A cold loneliness crept up in the spell broken light
As if eons had passed without the sight of her.

Then one seagull’s spriteful fish dream shriek
Motioned me up from the vacuous stupor
Buzzed each sand grain all years’ unborn speak
Was to be seized this moment and tell her.

The wind having carried the voice of her name
Spread it across the mangrove and far
From the receding waves rose a rising flame
When in her hug beneath an acacia I found her.
I dream about floating,
being engulfed by
your soul,
immersed in the
freshness of your heart,
& you cradling me
in your loving arms.

And in my imaginations,
we are joined at the hips,
exchanging
the greatest gifts
of the gods
& between us,
our love does flow,
cascades in splendid torrents.
You search askance the face
Gaze my brows awhile
Think why isn't a trace
Where’s gone from lip my smile!

There are times galore
Can’t help the way you need
Can’t bring to you that more
The warmth of me you greed!

You seek my eyes’ that shine
The glint of love deemed true
Need read on face the line
The way you are used to!

Not always can show my face
The way I should to you
Not always can bring happiness
And trust built strong and true!

Don’t like when that happens
A stranger in me you find
Your eyes show signs of rains
Pains flood your breaking mind!
star eyed yellow bloom
washed in sunlight's shower
the radiant healer of all your gloom
field full of sunflower!
at the sunflower field (please see cover photo)
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