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Blind Love
though my eyes never born
when the rain from thy words
laps upon me
the scent of thy voice
strokes my imagination
with the spectrum of darkness
that be thy peerless shadow
and I am awash with Light
Hereafter
pray
rise and shine
O favorable Sun
to warm our hearts
and ope thy clouds
with splendent rain
to awaken dreams
of such Friendhood
of Love
of Harmony
that we might ne’er know
thy dusk
Olden Love
another seasons of four
have we shar’d
be the fog
thicker
the sidewalks
more uneven
our thoughts
often lost in thought
yet whenever I feel
the lifelines
of thy fragile hand
with mine
‘tis yesterday’s light
I behold
in that fairest of faces
Crane of Paradise
Seductress
of eyes athirst
of lovers faithful
to Truth
of ideas embracing
wherefore of Life
one breath
winds of gray
unsure footings
restless waters
with ease or burden
matters not
so long as one voice
harmonizes our sails
so be our time fulfill’d
signing spat
my stupid comment
silent but tasteless
tick’d her off
her palms and finger’s
kung fu flyers
flailing from her body
hitting me
hurting me
without touching me
later
my penitence
my standing
on a breath of bend’d knee
flutter’d before her eyes
till we both surrender’d
embrac’d
and cultivat’d smiles
on deaf hands
Themis
some might see
should want to see
a Yesterday
as She did today
a pebble lighting
upon a sleeping pond
a ripple wading
to the shores
of reason
of marvelment
of sav’d optimism
songs of fair skies
of fresh faces of love
for her own Tomorrow
Love’s Legacy
have always been our spirits
as fancies my heart?
were then We there
at first season’s weaning
when yawn’d and stretch’d a microstar?
night with day to grace
and serenade glacial clouds
whose joy wept over thalassic plains
and bless’d loftiest peaks with child
from Eden
to her tributaries
to now?
so shall We be
though Time be drown’d
in Her foreverness
tides
Her every respiration
paints a unique flow
ne’er to be echo’d
yet a delightful lure
in reverie
even while She rests
’tis the Love
betwixt Land and Sea
thoughts in hand
Us
within a carousel
of swimmers and joggers
of low surf castle builders
of gulls and lost kelp
of sky and sand and ocean
and of all their speeches—
even then
sometimes
it’s just Us
Three Sisters
a tribe of Goblins
born from lovers Rain and Wind
consum’d by Silence
shades
be there mystery
behind curtains of dark glass?
I see all of You
always Today
should Tomorrow waylay thee
with whispers from my Heart
‘tis but an Echo
adrift upon our mystic orb
from Night’s other side
ne’er to be lost
