I felt her photosynthesis on my green leaf, I asked her where she came from, she only bloomed inside me, continued to dive down, forcing air to swirl into pockets of claustrophobia.

She found my abandoned corner
of fallen dreams.

She resurrected every single one.

I grew back.
Taller.
Full of Spring steps cartwheeling through the deep ache of emerald grass absorbing promises of sun.


I swallowed fast, the blast of blue invincible storming like gulf stream currents her soul had descended from,

giving me the strength
of the Sun in One powerful punch
I will never forget.

Her fire stalks my blades.
How do I reflect perfection?
Tell me what to do.

Skin the night
with everything
you got,
moonlight ribbons
falling through Ponderosa Pines
like returned prayers
that light your way
to the rim of a canyon
yawning like a God
before the intensity of brightness
fills out the blank pages of darkness
with a silence so violet
angels cry for
the lost Eden
hidden in a jungle
somewhere in their warring hearts.

The Fall of hush
after rain
emerald sheets landed
when Spring leaped through
and turned us right side up.

Nothing mattered
when her eyes screamed You.

Walking up toward
the peak,
laughter spinning
  in every atom.

Everything matters
when they discover
It's all filled with You.

The rise of dark
kicking in your door
invaded every room
the unwanted fog grew.

Her words threw daggers,
pinned the Sun down
nothing shined,

  you walked away,
made friends
with the spikes
in your back

as you woke up shivering
by the railroad tracks
hoping to die by train.

End of day.
Sunset sinks into you,
smears edges of yourself
into the glow where more of you
Is gathered.

They say nothing is there
but I know better.

I felt you lift me up
the brightest love I've ever known.

The angels speaking, sweetest words I can't remember.

You are gone now.

Caked with your residue,
my fuse still lit
sizzling for your explosions.

Expansion is where we all are headed.

Be ready to explode out of yourself.
Boom.
You are free.
Eternal.
Glowing the edges of things not seen.

Spill
the
unspoken
wish
of
candle fire
on a
ledge
at your window
flickering
in night's breeze
the bars in the
heart, uncaged
waiting for the signal
from a higher blaze
to storm in
and ignite it all
back to the single point
of bliss.

Cold devil shivering
late at night
across the tundra.

distinctive buried cry
beneath black ice
far away but growing-

a deep repentance
glowing
at first break
of moon rise.

remembering what it was like
not to be haunted,

around the rainbow edge of cloud
kissing moonlight-

peaks his first tear drop in two millennia.



.

Five minutes away from snowing
invigorating perfumed winds
dance the solitary trees.

Battleship clouds move in.
Crisp goes the air.
Light flakes swirling to the beat of their own drum.

Heavenly white I almost can
hear an angelic band play electric on their castle of smoothness.

Hands numb.
Mind blank.
Heart washed.
Soul clear.

I think of you and I picture the entire
Light of the Universe showering us
as we dance on a tropical shore.

Our hearbeats collected in a treasured book stored beneath the arm of God.

Soft waves crash.
The curtain lifts.
We see each other as we truly are as if we never knew judgment at all.