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Geno Cattouse Nov 2013
Rusted scope.
under heavy brush.
Top of the bluff. A high hide.

Silouetted . Back lit.
Peek a boo. I see you.
From down in the valley.

Valley so low. Hang your head over
Hear the wind blow.
Hear the wnd blow dear,hear the wind blow


Hang your head over

Hear the wind blow ?
R.I.P....... J.F.K.
Won't see his like again.
Jack R Fehlmann Jul 2014
A face spoke exposing
curled roads rising, rolling
Sweeping in all directions
Gentle shapes misleading
Echoing possible folly
questioning every turn,
disbelief bridging the errors
Yesterday's unremarkables
Left till now neglected, distorted
caustic and uninspired
victimized and untrusting
recognizing silouetted wrongs
made promises and failed at it
this road of folly, rewards, all contrary
to the words that face whispered
to lead one astray, to decieve
to make one face the unwanted.
The ravens of dawn circle a slumbered cavern,  
A portal into the eyes of my past,  
While the sweet echo of your laughter,  
Thrice calls my heart to awaken.

Lead me, this transformative space so bright  
Where visions unfold in the silhouette of wisdom.  
Who guides me on this day of thresholds crossed,  
Bridged to an age of new realms?  
The Morrigan dances, infusing the moment,  
Her song whispers in the quiet of my thoughts.  
Have we just met, or have our souls always known  
Each other, across the tapestry of lives,  
Now woven together,  
Igniting the sweet breath of potential flames?  
I have awakened.

I step through this open doorway,  
The threshold stretches long; I am drawn to it!  
With open arms, I walk into the light,  
Wisdom shines bright, searching, yearning;  
You have swept me into a dance of expanding skies,  
Constellations twinkling, all pulling, all pushing.

Life opens through uncharted paths.  
I’ve been blinded by the familiar,  
Yet discover you—a wondrous surprise;  
A kaleidoscope of extravagant moments,  
Heartfelt laughter, and love at play.

Play?

Gliding along like a dream,  
Cocooned in the warmth of new wonders.  
This creativity blooms in our shared laughter,  
Telling me what to feel, what to explore.

Why can we not be taught how to love without fear?  
“Grow up, would you.”  

I find my kaleidoscope glasses,  
Walking through a portal with an extended threshold,  
So long, so deep.  
A light on the other side—  
Bright beyond imagination!  
A silhouette of you waiting,  
Holding your glasses too...

Filled with fire and splashing joy,  
Contained in the same vessel.

Is it possible?

We are all made of atoms,  
Circling the force that binds our existence,  
Finding our way to one another.

— The End —