Love Portal

Love is found in the gift of time we give ourselves. It is found in the small and beautiful places, the places we don’t believe we have time to notice because we are busy chasing the bigger dreams and visions that other people gave to us.

2 of Swans

Love is that single rose who blooms
vivid red to capture wandering looks
portal to a universe magical but true
yet whom summer breezes oft confuse
with the tired colors of old passersby
noise overwhelming flowers that cry,
for human ends do drag them far away
to resume the repeating and familiar day
whilst rose is left to dry petals falling
doors closing to the vast expanse of all
magic lost till when again Love calls.

You, Prometheus Rising

you are of the divine and kindly Prometheus,
heart forged in flaming fires of the rising sun,
let your light feed every seed upon the earth;
and reflect upon waves of dark feminine waters
as both flying and sinking in between the clouds
space and time collapsing to true power attracting
false people you’ve imagined are now to dust falling
shadows as scurried spiders and rats burrowing

Woman Awakening

I was watching the night stars with him

but they were fixed and did not blink,

eyes as still and vacant as a cloudless sky

for they were of dreams never seen alive,

as silent films flicker on the walls inside;

no true woman can hold that heavenly sky,

and so I awoke not bothering him goodbye

Heaven on Earth

there is heaven on earth inside your heart’s desire
of the waves that breathe up in order to come down
the rhythm and dance between the silence and sound
the flame of true love that burns when it’s found;
for our love here is no shooting star ready to die
nor is it an interest to be gone by morning time;
no, we are forever, infinity between us binding
you I, lost in mind, blood of ocean, waters of fire.