oh light! you found me on my knees
praying that grace might take pity
and remove this ache that dogs me so…
and like cool water, you soothed my soul
that golden longing that touched me-
and into the ether, i bled songs for you
of days, long ago… that i remember yet;
your touch, a fire with no burn, that softly
lingers upon my spirit-
starlight of hope and memory
faded forever now into my energy
Tag: love
upon the June ocean
The June ocean kisses my body
with a taste of menthol,
soothing all the rough spots
of my soul with cool healing touch…
Relaxing my head beneath the waves
of dark blue, almost black salt water
I give myself over to the call of the wind
and the flow of the rough waves-
Shivers of invigorating ecstasy
make their way up my floating,
bobbing body
slowly and deliberately
as I release myself to the gods of the water
aftermath
I woke up confused
the walls, this room, the clock
that I knew I didn’t have
Replay, rewind.., open mind
the moon… remembering last night
Like a buzzsaw
How we walked the beach, under full
moonlight… listening to waves crash
In the aftermath…
and the love, carnal passion, stoked
flames of fire that burned
into the rising of the sun
ecstasy
It’s as if the universe itself
opens up and allows
me to see into the vast expanse
of stars and galaxies…
Oh to be the key that
opens this doorway into eternity!
Drunken now with an ecstasy
of flying through space and time
I land once again upon the body
in which I exist and softly shiver
sleep
Lying in bed listening
to the slow drip of my love
that from my broken heart
falls rhythmically into the sink
this maddening drip drip drip
echoes in my head refusing rest
or peace…
I wait for the day that this heart may
finally empty of its love so that
I may get some sleep
fiery ache
how weary am i of my soul’s
endless searching…
this longing that drives my heart mad
with desire… and fire…
peering into faces for clues-
could it be you? or you?
oh, this burning! but an untended
flame of passion: unstable and
relentlessly explosive…
what must i tell myself to soothe
this fiery ache?
garden of memory
the falling rain makes musty
this garden of memory…
red ribboned pigtails and swing sets
tossed in the wet flowing breeze-
blow back softly in my mind
moments free from constraint
flow with thunder as it rolls by;
tulips in galoshes skip upon slate,
until grass swallows up the path
leading through lost halls of time
songs of adoration echo
within clouds that darken the sky;
sweet and fanciful worship on wings
shelter in tree’s canopy, as constant sheets
of water fall, silencing the pain inside
just simply natural falling rain
dripping memories into eternity
waking tear
oh! would that i could protect my heart
from such weakness it has for you…
when your soul sings sweet nothings
to me, drifting me softly to sleep;
for within those lullabies, lies hope
that you might yet, find me…
though soul’s purpose be shrouded-
clouded by misgivings of the day,
i can’t help but think of thoughts
that you might still find your way…
and within those thoughts, held is grief,
for my eyes hear what my ears refuse
to see… you, my love, are but a memory
and I am just a waking tear
elemental love
you enter me as softly blowing wind
reaching outer edges of my soul
and within my stream, you wash your feet
loves sacred ritual and offering
water and air, cleanse the space
upon the green field where we lay
its here within eternity’s soft embrace
the passion of our union grows
a fire that cannot be contained
within our hearts intensely glows
until the flames reach heaven’s gate
conflagration of divine control
then like a breeze, you float away
as raindrops from my eyelids fall
mountain and stream will wait again
for your soft touch to come and call
the SIBYL'S SONG 