Ryan Oelke

Sometimes the morning fog slumbers ahead of the sunrise and I cannot see your face. Then I am paused in a flash of choiceless remembrance, and for a moment the shadows of this world retreat behind your eyes and I am found once more.

The night sky spins counterclockwise, your hands guide me to its center. Enveloped in the breeze that caresses your skin, I rest in the Light that touches sleepy eyes, recalling dreams of lost souls found by the sunrise.

How could I have expectations? With your every inhale I pass through each cell of your radiant body, With your every exhale I'm reborn, a fountain of mirrors in the eyes of countless Angels. What expectations could I have? And so I lie my head in your arms, close my...

Now I remember. Buried in a murder of crows, wings fluttering in directionless patterns, feet resting in their warm breath... ...silence... ...a single heart beat... and they screamed in unison, breaking free pulling scattering me throughout infinite space so I could...

Converging in this centerless horizon the screen is blinding as we embrace in a single dance... how beautiful that I will forget your name, finally knowing you.

Eyes that remind me, inspire a longing for delicate words, pulling and pushing translucent colors through my spine, arching and reaching for you. The flick of your tongue illuminated a diamond in my heart, inducing a sweat so sensual Angels couldn't help but stare,...

As I walk in the cold, Love pulls on my clothes, Asks me to give it a rest And keep an old friend warm.

love doodles left and forgotten like a stage play written but never performed

Self-imprisonment, lost in the Divine reflections isolated, gripped by garlands of projections, strung together by misguided hopes of my mind. Somniferous words won't help, even when touched by time.