…
She was not of this world…
unfamiliar with temporal severity
though,
versed in sparring
of wind and current
a foreigner
on open seas
no beacon in sight-
she endures
abidingly,
as humility bleeds
into the sunset…
…
She was not of this world…
unfamiliar with temporal severity
though,
versed in sparring
of wind and current
a foreigner
on open seas
no beacon in sight-
she endures
abidingly,
as humility bleeds
into the sunset…
Those words
beloved
inscribed
so long ago
their spill
of beauty
so unmistakably
yours...
Pro bono
What is it that you crave,
my darling…
is it the warmth of the dying Light
that dims the sky to yesterday?…
like the wonder of a shooting star
you will always be majestic…
you are ever the hymn of my heart;
an opus only Love can hear…
As the world grew colder…
she veiled her eyes
to harvest the Light
within…
The breadth of us…
ever expanding
genuflecting
at each years passing
moments in memory grow richer-
while subtleties of you
dance with hindsight
on the loamy shores
of Loves surrender.
L.I.J.I., my Love.
And as she paused to listen…
Starlings took flight
in graceful dance
of proclamation-
for what her heart
innately knew.
Can you be with her darkness; the dragons… the poisonous venom perusing through her being… The neatly braided thorns encasing her heart like barbed wire; ready to pierce any brazen soul who dare to peer inside… Can you manage that depth of intimacy?… Can you withstand her dark and Love her unconditionally? Will you hold her when the sting becomes unbearable and the wound needs cleansing? When the demons dance and she vomits ash?… Will you stand with her in the cesspools of hell as she battles the devils attempt to numb her heart and dine on her Spirit?…Will you continue to hold her hand as she drowns in her own unfathomable depths choking on the darkest night as she falls?… Will you continue to be by her side when she becomes unrecognizable?… When she rises?… When the warrior that lives within her begins to breathe?…
Remember beloved soul…
in the moments of weighted heart,
you are swathed in the down
of Angels wings
And when you rise…
you will glide as an eagle,
cresting the sunrise
of a harvest moon
And when you look up…
you will see your raidiance,
dance across the majesty
of an opalescent sky
And when the wind billows…
as the trees begin to dance,
you will hear the sacred aria
of Loves lullaby.
…
Listen my child;
for therein resides
a melody of peace.