Water

 

All at once…
a surge of soul;
renewal,
breaching the green
of a lavender field

O’ far too long…
to be out of touch;
with self,
passions
and pen

My throat is dry…
with Love like wine;
quenching a wanton thirst
quietly aging
in the cellar of my heart.

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…

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…

 

Dear Cherished Szoul…

“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

You were everything and no thing. A reflection of the Being she never saw… when gazing in a mirror, that reflected the formlessness of Love.You were there, holding the torch as she breeched the thresholds of her mired depths. With every doorway she passed through, you stood and quietly held the Light… knowing that in time she would come to realize and ‘see’ the truth of the brilliant mosaic laid before her.You braved the serpents and the dragons then watched, as she purged the wounds that threatened to poison and steal her soul; the breadth of her Spirit. You prayed and she felt your Blessings move through her; nourishing her with transcending devotion. A Love so full of Light she had to shield her eyes from such beauty. She felt you watching over her, as she dipped her toes in the murky pools that would become her salvation. And … all the while you endured, as her jaded heart was cleansed by the kiln of fury that would free her from the cancers of illusion that beheld her. She remembers waking in your arms… she saw you, briefly… before your presence became one with the air, like an opalescent mirage on the horizon of a thirsty desert. You said she would recognize you… and she did, as you floated through her timeline like an Angel held captive in another dimension. You were beautiful. The face of an invisible poem penned in the sacred ink that bled from her heart. You were Always real… Thank you, for Loving me when I failed to Love myself. Thank you, for the grace of your heart that you gave so unconditionally. I Love you for All that you are, everything you are not and for the infinitude you have become. Your Love is ever present. May it be, that mine will ever bridge the distance from our moment felt in time… Always…