I
   opened
        to        you
    the     deepest    part
    of my soul
                  the key
                  to my heart
                  you
                       behold.
   Always you’ve held it
         deep in your soul
   with whispers of love
                centuries old.
Like a whispering
                          dream
a
pure
kiss
of
light
surrounding me in love
     every day and night.
Love
      that
          united
                  us
                    from
                         across
                                 the
                                    miles
           always holding strong
       through life’s many trials.
With
      undying
                 love
                      flowing
                               through
                                         pens
                            destined
                          to
                       be
          together
two souls
       loving until the end.~

The exact shape of all things
Is contemplatively captivating be they round most heavenly bodies are orbs even those imaginary
Or might some be wisps of smoke
Dust absorbed in air against those eyes looking everywhere
For clues or have tendrils and three or more eyes or beaks as long as some poems
Draw on
Oedipus wrecked
Me way back when in
A classroom where
I
My habit was more to try
To gander up dresses
Than read an opus
Or wonder dreamily at the oak
In sunlights beam the middle of campus where it chanced the window from my desk in literature class overlooked.

Thought I had woken up
I felt my extremities and
Rubbed my eyes but something
Weird and worrying remained
This time I thought I'm going
To make sure I'm awake
Alive and breathing in
Out I slowly took deep gasps of air full of smoke from my pipe
Coughed a bit and thoughts
Took over how better to comprehend reallife and
All her mysteries.
This is surely not death.
No cannot be.
I'm still prescient.
And seeking answers which if I had passed would worry me no more.  It seems at last I've  killed
That last brain cell and now will spend eternity in limbo.
Neither alive or dead just awaiting someone to revive me.
Oh yeah. I recalled.
As I looked in the mirror
And saw.
That is just what
I've been doing.
All these years.

This girl I know
She is just ... like a book.

Her cover is so beautiful
And yet ... forever changing looks.

But this girl's beauty
Is unlike any that you've seen.

It really comes from all those pages
Those pages in between.

Each page tells a story
Some of sorrow oh so sad.

But for every one of those that you read
You'll find one of better time's she's had.

This girl I know
She rules a realm that no one ever see's.

This girl will never show it to you
And she will never show it to me.

This girl is tough
And dauntless and strong.

This girl she sings
The most beautiful songs.

This girl will never let you see her cry.

This girl will never answer you why.

This girl she doesn't need wings to fly.

Because this girl ... She is the sky.

You will find her overhead
Every day and every night.

Her sun will warm the hardest heart
And her stars they shine so bright.

If you should ever catch her and open that book
You'd better read as fast as you can.

Standing still in any one place
Is never in her plans.

But, this girl I know isn't running from something
And it's not that she's some bird on a wire.

She isn't blindly running through time, you see
This girl I know ... She has a world to set on fire.

If I could but paint
in the Beauty of a painters hand,
I’d paint over all my fears
in Colors so grand.

If I could but make
that Looming Shadow disappear,
cast It away
I’d have no more Sad tears.

If I could but show you
this soul of Love,
you would surely be enchanted
by the beauty of Truelove.

If you could but feel
the depth of the Love in my heart,
you would be able to maneuver
through every star chart.

If you could but see
the pain that Shadow brings
you wouldn’t Open the door to it
you wouldn’t Hear it’s ring.

If I could but give
with truly no Fear,
every Song of my heart
would be Heard, ever so clear.

So I’ll continue to paint words
in the Stillness of serenity,
until every color of my Soul
is Seen throughout eternity.
~