The search for true love
when planets align ,
then blinded by cupids
Time serves the
Divine .
☆
But when angels are singing ,
the two lovers kiss ,
in a garden of tulips
where makes sacred tryst .

Sunshine could be beautiful
if it could hold more light .
And the dark of night
a velvet dream ,
when filled with sweet
delight .
☆
But the universe without your smile
is an empty void where
angels cry .
☆
Sacred love is outside of
Time ,
where heart and soul with Spirit align .

..It brings containment.

When young.. the world was dangerous,
at least the world within my home was.
In order to dilute the moments of perpetration,
I developed the ability to bring my little spirit
into the acknowledgment of atoms,
molecules and particles, within the universe
whose  very entrance into the room..

    could make miniscule,
   that which was behemoth.

In doing so, I was brought into the  awareness
of just how beautiful the Universe really is..
and also the intense depth of beauty that exists
in Realms that are just barely outside
of our awareness.

Within those Realms
and between those Realms,
are spirits that float..  
hovering between this place
and the beauty of that Next one.

Through touching those deeper parts of the Realms,
those spirits are ignited.. .
   and through that beautiful ignition,
   are brought into full flame.

It is there within you, my beautiful friend;
that your Otherworldly words are given birth..
bringing within them, the depth of Love and Healing
  to those of us down here that need it most..

..A beautiful love that yes.. exists within the Realms..
But in it's very essence, flows directly from the Core Heart
of the Universe, which is always the place of Love's origin..
having come from that amazing Heart's deep Ache for us.

That beautiful Ache for us all, deeply touches you..
as you hover in and out of its Realms..
and then deeply touches us..
who have learned to draw on its power and beauty
for even our own very existence.
I am one of those who have had to learn
to draw from those things
just so that my spirit could even breathe..
And in an instant , upon reading,
I realized that you were one of those that go
from this place, up and over to the Next.
What you bring back down to this place,
Ignites every single part of who it is that I am.

You, writing from the feminine form..
mixed with the feminine of the masculine..  
deeply stirs the aching masculine within me.
There is a hunger almost sated,

as it leads into realms of a deeper hunger
and touches a rarely touched, deeper ache.

Warm tingling, leads to almost a tremble..
The deeply-touched heart cannot help but to  pulse
warmly
and fully,
into all of who it is that I am..

Sensations that lead to the need for deep release..
the thick, gathering of that ache
     in gratitude-filled response,

the deepest of penetrations  
into the gorgeously-receiving openness    
of such a beautiful, Life-bringing spirit.

There is a giving and receiving,
that is both Giving.. and Receiving
  in its own beautiful nature.

I hope I have not said too much.
   I am so glad to have you near.

Like drops of water ,
drops of Time ,
a swirling aurora ,
we gather the signs .
☆
Closer and closer
to rainbow bridge .
Closer and closer
who rides on the wind .

The day before it
happens ,
everything feels the
same ,
everything looks the
same .
☆
No other-worldly signs
will save memory
of those splintered realities .
☆
The surface of
a mountain lake ,
now cold and
emotionless ,
☆
Like a mind
untramelled by thought ,
not the slightest breath of wind
☆
To move one tiny drop
transfixed on the surface
of that mirror for the sky .
☆
But in backrooms of reality ,
misplaced moments
swell like maggots .
☆
They feed on forgotten
dreams and dance on
tables like a dervish .
☆
Now a second , then
a minute , finally
an hour disappeared by stealth .
☆
When the King of
Chances ,
entering the great hall ,
with eighty cupids , all fall silent ,
☆
As thunderous , the
chime of Destiny
brings all time screaming
            to meet
☆
             Your present moment
☆
                                  Now .

When dreams make the
shadow of their evil real ,
then walk the sodden path
of forgetfulness .
☆
Forgetting of all life , love
and tenderness of human
touch .
☆
Vanquished , youth's idyll
lay bound in silken chains of regret .
Blinded eyes plucked out ,
lay on a silver tray at his
side .
☆
Discarded and unloved .
☆
Like a meagre meal
in poverty's room ,
the soul is dissected and
eaten piecemeal by devils .
☆
While in dead of night
or blazing sun of noon ,
the stench of rotting dreams
shrouds Eternity over those deadened eyes .

Wild is your matted hair ,
like red rose bush on
stark , desolate moor ,
you whisper my
name .
☆
Dreams become
ghosts ,
a stream of conscious
crystal ,
they relinquish secrets
and we are everywhere
as one .
☆
A thousand lives ,
radiant tapestry of
centuries,
perfect in Geometry
and where Aphrodite is
enthroned .
☆
The moor stretches to
Infinity ,
lone eagle glides high above .
We commune in silence
as love transmutes to light .

What sweet memories
of not forgotten ,
lost in an overgrown
garden of time .
☆
Drifting down avenues
where displaced lovers
meet Hibiscus and Passion
Flower ,
who show them the way .
☆
Where long marble hallways
have thousands of rooms ,
and in each scented room
a cherub guards a dream .
☆
Because all dreams are real
and can live without us ,
though sometimes when
dreaming
a truth is revealed .

What is forgotten
will be remembered .
What is eternal
will be found .
☆
Flying through the aether
he felt himself
partially dissolve
into a
more fluid anatomical
structure .
☆
Fibrous and
gelatinous ,
twisting arms of infinite
timelines ,
caress and soothe ,
delighting in the afterglow
of supernova .
☆
When will chariots
bearing the children of
Prometheus
tear down Mahogany and
Doom ,
then sing madrigals over
their graves .
☆
While across dimensions
and the stilling of entropy ,
pure thought streams
everlasting ,
rides majestic on crimson
waves of time .
☆
He gazed at the sacred
bright crystals of Tomorrow .
Everything was
something else
and more than that besides .

As if like the rushing  of waters;
there is a pouring out
    from the Heavens..

A song..

No..  a voice;

Ah..   a whisper--
from Other-worldly  lips

There is a spirit,  
beautifully aligned;
  A movement..
a trembling of the hips

Floodgates  of Vapor
Floodgates  of Steam
Within the liquid,
Crystalline Luster

Falling down..
like words, Spoken


..Into the Unspoken words
  of an Unspoken Dream