Taking time to paint the pondering
leaves like you did just before sunset when the silent eyes of knowing relaxed on a slice of shady lawn and your persevering love burning across the street from heaven shimmered the entire galaxy
just before night opened up her billion starry eyes to hold us with
as we felt the brush strokes sliding across the nameless space that tingles with phantom fingers somewhere inside a corner of sacredness-

I have reserved just for you.

Silently still
rock of a million ages
born in fire
emerald enchanted
flair of glisten
marked by Sun
building momentum

the puppet of words
siently still
listening to science of music

the next move
prays to bite
an inner tide
so clean

the tube is clear
for laughter of light
to calmy pass through
and be its illuminating self.

If I could zoom in to the core of You
snap a photo off:
Infinite Everything,
shattering my eyes
like a bag of marbles spilling
across otherworldly pier,

Your waves will bash,
my barnacles clinging -
a tiny fraction of understanding  
holding strong.

All my hope is sullen joy
sea tossed and spiked with salty clarity.

If I could interrogate your saints of suspect, dangerous speakers of love, dive head strong into every star, break the international silence of borders, curl mist like into lacy starry terrace;

Evaporate into Atoms spinning madness,

Would I end up knowing secrets of your separation and key to your reunion?

If I could splash your sea with crimson army fire,
shoot out rays so intense
all the ceaseless marching
of alluring striking war:

Is stilled by your one reflection?

If I could give voice
to every wing,
design a secret language
for murdered snowflake redemption:

Would glory form a tear drop
in your eye and remembrance bless us-

Back into original making.

fiery arrows like words
slicing  air
fell down
on our straw hut roofs

blazed us
our peaceful village, destroyed.

Uprooted, we wandered
refugees of light
trapped in darkness.

Our minds hunted by fire,
night bled stars
pierced fragile shells

we had to face
a million stranger's of fragmentation,

we carried other people's words
inside our torn identity,

we grew wild weeds on lost highways,

my vengeance traveling to far places scarring country sides
with black roads.

We searched in wrong places, a field of switch blades calling out our names.

We moved away, found an inner eye opening in a world that holds our dreams.

We went back to the burnt village, forgave every arrow that pierced us.

The Angel of the One
came back and showed us
who we really are.

Now our cageless light
is no longer seeking
what almost completely destroyed everything.

We still roam, troubled in a new way, free from fiery arrows unleashed by family we still love.

Our new eyes no longer seeking
salvation from this world.

This is how it zigzags
a thousand bolts of you
rippling night glass
speaking razor blades
through humbling lips.

Following the flash

one spark

is all it takes
to make the forest
write fire.

Crackling mean,
tornadoes of flame
orange red green

caught up
in a blaze
from inside eyes

praying for pools
delivering amens
sharp sun
razor blading library lawns,

prophetic writing
trapped on a bathroom stall
craving blood from understanding eyes,

jaws opening in the ocean of her heart made swimmers fear her depths.

Truth is a ruthless wanderer
  a scar littered bolt of invincible storm living inside rooms of skin.

Watch out
when it speaks.

Razor blades swimming
through water
will cut you open
and force the bottom
to shed its colorful secrets.

You are a cool breeze in August twilight pushing off from green misted river,
that flows through all my dreams,

saving me from disconnected illusions.

her fragility lie tender
nectarine skin
beneath a knife

slitting open intense red
her blood voice
commanded General's.

bursting auspicious
something twilight
on her green surface

reflecting all the promise
of a good harvest
on a summer night

when all the juice
in the stars
tasted like God.

River I
leaf floating on
against what would **** us,

Careless still,
twirling  between  mountains
we came from the sky,


drop by  drop
our patience is a rush,
listening for You.

River I,
lullabies and thorns
caught up,

jagged movement's
take your scars
into water

heal the indomitable will
cast off selfishness

cut yourself down
to a rippling star
wondering at majesty
whenever night sheds
its sturdy whispers

gentle as kitten
fierce as jungle
purling away
through all types
of Mountain Mazes.

Liquid dreams
hatching a million moon stares,

solitary eyes knowing
someone magical is
carefully building Ocean's-

Breaking in a place that wakes me
and moves my love into a wider  place.


River I,

Ocean You,

I am arriving soon.