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.