Poetry

Dip your brush into my heart, paint the faces of those who seek you and be sure to kiss our cheeks before they dry ...rest your feet upon my shoulders as I carry you... gentle steps plunge deep in Love.

...and when I can't fall asleep I don't complain, how fortunate I am to be kept awake listening to the epigrams you penned with my tenderness, spoken with my tongue.

Listening with all of my doors, like morning dew covering plains without end, I open my eyes to find you already here, smiling. Your voice springs forth from my stomach, a spiraling vortex of clear light working its way up my spine until releasing through every pore...

This day collapsed under the weight of timeless tears... how I wish I could cry with your eyes, breathe with your lungs all the sadness that evaporates from the condensation of Love.

You held me so lovingly as I took photographs in between breaths, even as I descended back into madness, but not before you pulled the night sky to my face, reminding me ...these memories are only what is born from the parting of our lips.

Momentary lapses never distance us - You're everywhere I'm waiting to be. With my gaze returned upon your face I'll listen to this silence for eternity, until your hands reach through my heart and your words find their way to my lips.

You throw me out of bed, smile and ask me to sing your song to the world. Lips trembling, I open my mouth... I am just a single note in this infinite harmony, a chamber for your resonance. Won't you wrap a blanket around me for just a while longer?

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.