I envy them, him, their love has a pureness seen only in the final pages of old dusty fairytale books, each kiss I believe renders them immortal, spells dispersed and magic created in the enchanted presence of such a love as theirs. Such a simple existence, a moments kiss and passion fills their auras spilling outward, exploding into the melancholy day and yet, a kiss filled with so much desire and not an iota of indecency, as though they are God’s angels, as though their love is blessed by the heavens and coveted in white feathers. They speak with their eyes, knowing glances that say, ‘ill be back soon my love, but in these seconds without you, know only this, I exist for you, for you.’ I envy them, him, her, I envy them.
This is an observational poem on a couple I see almost daily, in the latter part of their lives now they still love each other with a pure depth, she stands at the gate waving till he’s at the end of the road, where he gives her one last wave before he turns the corner… It’s a beautiful thing to watch.
Crystalline whispers of shattered dreams ascending the summit of one’s soul, yesterdays mountain… Like waves frozen in time, the forgotten hues of defeat as the spring thaw brings new blossoms. A Kaleidoscopic rainbow of colour, flush pink petals, lush green leaves, a horizon before me of fresh promises as a new dawn breaks and the skies turn a gentle ebb of deep peach.
It is believed to be an honor to ebb in sync with the moon as she waxes into her full face The ancient whispers of truth filling sisters with grace… Shamans, priestesses and healers synchronise to this cycle of blood, the red moon, ebbing and flowing outward bound darkness sung with light energy glowing.
But I would beg to differ…
An insatiable hunger holds me As my carnivorous desire drives me Rational thought now a forgotten entity, The drummer boy with blades my new reality, Seven days of sleep then seven days insomnia, I find silence now at twilight sit deep in thought throughout my night, Just me, the ham and the god danm fridge light.
Yet they say, this is a blessing the red moons energy deep within my core Empowering, releasing…
He embraced me, with my heart in pieces, his fingers held me tight within his grasp, collected up the fragments and put them high upon a shelf. He didn’t try to fix me, said, I was perfect as I came. Still, his love became the glue and the pieces spelled his name. I found lust among his kisses, a primal calling of a mate, and strength within his arms that surround me late at night. He’s the passion in my essence, the power in my voice, the gentle loving kisses he is my every choice. I gather up his pieces and take him as he comes in lust, desire, love and need, I know he is the one.
I looked for the stars in an empty sky, then I see them twinkling in your precious eyes. I looked to the world for beauty unseen I find it right there in your fearsome belief. I looked in the faces for pure kindness you see, then I saw it was all that you were able to be. I looked to the universe for a reason to see, and the universe gave you, to me.
That’s where I want to be. In the center of that flaming heart of warmth. I want the suns embrace, her arms around me holding me tight and blocking out the darkness. I want to turn my back on the world for just a moment, to bathe in her love, for her energy to seep into my life force. I want to feel the flames burning in my blood. I just want the ride to stop whilst I catch up, I want to sleep warm and safe. I want to be in the center of that flaming heart.
The stark emptiness of a blank canvas unfurling before my eyes. A lush carpet of soft blades of fresh grass tickling my senses as I explore bare foot around the confines of my existence. Will you walk there with me into the unknown? With a touch of my finger I will spread daisies across the horizon, white petals dancing gently in the breeze as yellow faces search for Helios. Long gone are my dreams of crimson petals that line the marble floor. The aged trees in their wisdom will bend their branches and form for us a bed, softened with moss from the woodland grounds and decorated with delicate star white petals, as the soft scent of Jasmine dances on the summer breeze. Will you lay at my side and let me map the contours of your body with a trail of gentle kisses shimmering in the golden sunlight that caresses our uninhibited bodies? And as I dance freely across this canvas of creation, rose bushes of every colour will bloom beneath the shadows of my foot prints, a floral dance floor for the twilight hours as Selene watches from the heavens and creates a pool of tranquility in which for us to bathe, sprinkled delicately with her crystallized devotion. And what beauty will you bring to my vision? Will you lay your palms upon the earth and create for me peahens and peacocks plumes of subtle beauty, so I may see the beauty of his train as he calls to his love? Will you tread upon the luscious grass and leave behind a trail of promised dandelion wishes, for me? Will you look to the heavens and request shooting stars to illuminate our skies? Will you look to the clouds and ask for warm rain to fall from the skies so we may dance together beneath the falling droplets? The stark emptiness of a blank canvas unfurling before our eyes in quartz promises past scars long eschew.
Skin wore the essence of summer, Kissed by waves, embraced by currents A taste of salt and golden glitter. Hair a tangled web of curls Yellow weaves of Destiny ocean eyes deep and fierce. Those days were our making, Druid souls seeped in Poseidon’s kingdom. Bare foot stamping our mark upon this world, etched forever into spirits energised by Helios, soothed by Selene caressed upon those shores by the oceans ebbing love.