Perennial

 

 Melodious souls;
endearing Love…
In kindred solace
rising…
Enfolding the blush
of Springs resolve.

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Luminarium

 

 

If I could write across the sky… you would know with surety, that not a moment passes where I am not with you. That I haven’t in some way caressed you, danced with you, breathed through you… Be it in song, in word, in deed… in the warmth of a knowing breeze, within the ache of your radiant soul…
I feel you; your everything. Even the symphony of your silence in the hollow of your darkest night;
I’ve tasted…

If I could write across the sky… it would shine like the star that you are; luminous and fleeting. You would know with surety, that it was meant for you… With each barren word your flesh would pulsate in melodic rapture, your eyes would weep with holy shimmer, the blood of your being would rush with euphoric memory… And your heart, your dear Blessed heart would sigh in recognition of the One that holds the preciousness of All that you are, Always…

Waking Dream…

 

Leafless…

She suggested that I write or to have a long bath… Two simple things that when time allows I indulge in: solace. Perhaps it’s the infrequency of those delicious moments. Though, I would Love nothing more than to do just that, the effort required feels unattainable tonight. The last time I attempted to write when she wasn’t home for the night, surfaced, as though I was pining child… or did it? Or was it simply, that I have been inexperienced with such deep intimacy, such Love, that I was justly expressing what it feels like to miss and to be missed; to Love and to be Loved. That it’s alright to feel; to truly be. That it’s a natural human response of Love and connection that is real and true; profoundly requited beyond earthly comprehension?  This is new for me. I have no prior experience from which to pull, tangibly. All I do know for certain… is that while I felt immense joy that she would be taking moments for herself and reconnecting with Loved ones who have had a tremendous hand in the beautiful creation of who she is, I missed her… And while tonight feels like déjà vu, tonight I danced. Tonight I missed. Tonight I Loved. Yes, tonight I Lived…

O Holy Night

 

 

Of Angels…

And I will reach through the heavens to touch you… With a Love so confounding, that your heart will erupt with ecstasy and the tears that fall from your eyes will shine with such radiance, that even the sun will bow in majesty. The moon will dance and the stars will fall from the sky in offering for your momentary gaze. You are the crisp of a Winters morn’, the Bless of Springs birth, the grace of a warm Summer breeze and the sacred fire that paints the masterpiece of Fall. You are Love imbibed. Hallowed in a costume of flesh with the workings of Divinity pulsing through your dear heart… With such devotion, that even the birds await your ascension. A moment to fly with an Angel…