What I love about her feet
29 October 2015
Her beautiful feet
They accompany me so
Pitter-patter drops
I hear them often
In my memories’ landscapes
As they run uphill
I love their rivers
So tiny yet so graceful
Etched in her soft skin
She came out of me
Rosy-faced not touched by age
Soft and smooth, taut skin
Fretting in twined month
She barely missed the Ninth toll
Divided by Three
I looked on in awe
What I love about her feet
Is how strong they are
Dancing to the winds
23 October 2015
There is a music
That plays within my Heart’s lace
Soft touches my soul
When the first notes start
My feet sweep me off the grounds
Heartpath quivering
Neutrinos whizz past
Colliding of no interest
As their light path wanes
My hair strewn ravens
Swirling on ecstasy’s wings
Dancing to the winds
Freed from the sorrows
I dance in house of whispers
I am One with All
A World of Magic
4 September 2015
.
Straighten the measure
Music will fall soft from lips
Absurd no one quips
.
Pull the greying hood
Red long since went riding home
Flowers picked never
.
Tug a piece of war
Illusions will loosen faiths
And all in between
.
Tell and show in jar
I will grant my secrets too
Till chest is empty
.
Treasures you take home
We wove all as we spun love
I watched you coming
.
In desert I roam
Your face behind these eyelids
My only compass
.
Gift me your music
I will show you road to stars
That dance beneath skies
.
A World of Magic
Sheltered in my open palms
By your shielding hand
.
Your emblem of love
3 September 2015
Time had passed slowly
From very first encounter
When seven skies burst
The veils dropped off us
As soul welcomed healing light
That surged through our eyes
Your faceless presence
Immaterial solid
That in my heart swells
So material
Your glowing hands on my skin
Build energy slides
Seven times we loved
Neither more nor less we could
As numbers would brand
The night’s dreams waned soft
The mist announced your return
I hastened to you
The birds will fly free
Celebrating our embrace
That closes a stage
Your emblem of Love
Rose from magical senses
And flooded us Truth
Every time I doubt
18 August 2015
In mind you described
Every single emotion
That would bind us thus
I heard your voices
Like waves of a raging sea
Scourging through my mind
In unseen dark waves
Your voices amplified space
Within very soul
Could thunder be soft?
Loud it raged on but so slight
Between light and might
I knew you never
You recognised me no more
Yet we both knew us
In days’ giddiness
In nights’ fervour we glistened
To every moon ray
I walk uneven pace
Your hand on my shoulder
Rectifies my gait
I fear not I know
You will catch me if I fall
My pace regains grace
The road winds in time
As the winds of change blow hard
But your sails steer me
Every time I doubt
I feel soft your lips’ pressure
And Heart finds solace
Dance into the Wild
10 August 2015
Darkness splits from light
Silver rays of moon beckon
Unseen worlds will rise
Melodies clamour
Weaving a way through time’s space
Words respond entranced
Entwining souls meet
On the edge of horizons
Where Truths defeat lies
Skin from skin twitching
Palpable as volts shiver
Through frames fitted pair
Night breathes out softly
Moistness of lovers’ embrace
Breathing wilderness
Break away from day
As crows and nightingales bond
Dance into the Wild
The battles in me
9 August 2015
.
Exclusivity
Privilege of the blinded
Weighing wings as coal
.
Dark possession stills
Infinite movements of rays
That called to all souls
.
The battles in me
Rage with the memories spent
Collecting pieces
.
Relics of lives bent
Hanging like corpses spread out
Between Sky and Earth
.
Words falling from ink
Printing in mind a landscape
Toying black and pink
.
Delving into mind
Fluttering butterfly turns
Moth in the making
.
Heart’s light responds soft
Echoes of feeling paint me
Colours of life’s hues
.
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