Shhhhh.

More than I could promise;
to the Moon and back —
With all my heart and soul.

A doing word;
A sacred verb —
Unspoken, yet

you know, you know.

Love Locks.

Love locks — time tocks.

Steely fingers following arched spine;
his and hers, and yours, and ours.
Epoched lovers,
the archetypal Omnia we become,
breathing life in; breathing life out.
Fondling and failing and falling forever.

Cool metal clicks —
the deed is in the making.
I lie along the ground
and swallow keys.
Spirit rippling endlessly;
a pit of glistening archipelago
as I speak little of heart, but listen much.

So full of love and light
they swarm to me, and latch —
each lock The One indeed.
Yet standing lantern guiding through the dark,
I am alone.
The tight grip of each lock
cold comfort, for love’s lacking light.

(Won’t you hold me?)

Untitled.

**Found this today, originally written in November.
Want to work on it a bit and give it a title, but decided to post it anyway :D**

How do you do it
How do you burn a place
In someone’s secret depths
Of being and self?

How do you do it
Make me smile
When I’m alone and lost
And so are you?

How do you do it
Reach so deep
To find feelings
And bring out
What I didn’t know existed?

How do I love you
Like I do
It’s a peculiar sort
Something I haven’t met?

How does this happen
How do I let this
Let it grow
When I haven’t a clue

In me you stir questions
Of life and love
And help me grow more
More than I could alone

I love who you are
I love who I am
I love ideas and thoughts
And songs

And I love this
I love this childishness
The way I feel is young
And will go nowhere

I know nothing of closeness
How could I?
So far between
As people and beings

Never will there be a day
When I walk the streets
And happen upon your face
In surpise and disbelief

I am too quiet
Too uncomfortable
I just like to -be-
Closeness of souls alone

I am made of words
Not of actions
Of thoughts and feelings
Not games

But I believe
Believe that your soul is open
You are beautiful
Through and through <3

Sinking.

Little bird perched, parched.
Phoenix broken free from cages —
catch your breath, bathe in floods of cosmos
and as you breathe reflection into life,
liquid time and space flow. they blind you
that you may reacquaint with darkness
in the light.

Broken pieces of self made whole.
Sudden epiphanies in grains of salt —
as climates change the birds move on
or stay and freeze and rot.
You know now where your compass points.
The water dares you,
won’t your wings take flight?

In Memoriam.

Fateful first foul crack.
Your callous shoulder,
conversation colder.
Heartbreak. You loved me
only when you left.

Take another piece.
Sideways glances,
Sacred dances.
Too lost to want finding,
too wise to be your toy.

Beautiful stranger.
Ageless, skin blessed skin -
cheaters hands, Joyful sin.
My caution and my love was spent
on other’s hearts. Blame qui.

My rainbow, oh my canopy.
How could such fabergé heart
Crack and break my own apart?
Strings undone that were not sewn,
Oh ghost of Corpse that never died.

My knight
your armour foul’d to rust
and all your kisses fade to dust
crawl right back, feign ignorance
false safety, Tortured silences.

Haunted hearts,
so long ago I took back all my tears
and so instead I stand as by a pier
and Love - a lighthouse in the dark
alone as clearly meant to be.

Alone, as clearly meant for me?

12-08-09

My secret star - 
framed by night in jetted locks, 
you sparkled like a hidden gem. 
And gazing from afar 
I watched, and yearned to hold you 
glistening in mine arms. 

Glorious dust of Universe 
trascending, weaving in and out, 
motion perpetual - it all stood still 
the night you took my hand, 
my kiss, 
and in that moment, I believed. 

But Norns would fate it, after all, 
our Threads to twine then fray so fast - 
As motion in the night returned, 
but never would my Knight again.

To Sew.

You catch the corner of my eye
and I do think; I hope —
As our threads spin
in this deep Dark,
that I am caught
in thine.

Acclimatised to dance alone;
Though not by choice; by Fate.
My silent wish —
our threads, those Norns,
would someday
intertwine.

R.I.C.

Reminiscing bows of rain,
You coloured in my life —
Similar to a setting sun,
I was canopied by your intense lustre.

A word of yours needn’t have been spoken;
By your presence I was made unbroken.

Gladness filled me to the brim
To know that I found you.
And when at first you did depart,
bow did fade to blue.

Burnt out trees that once were grown,
the strings undone that weren’t sewn.

It pained me that you lay so far,
Yet equal in this instance-
To have any way at all,
Was once glorious.

Oh ghost of corpse that never died,
Oh heart in which mine never lay.

Darkness; Omniscient.

Though most would fear you
I, my friend, do not.
For in your blessed, reversèd dark of light
I frequent, and relish.

Cradled by your icy-warm embrace

I see it all;
And don’t at all-
And feel it all,
(And naught at all),
That comes from all
for you are nothing, and are all-
And springing forth from you is all
And taketh thou away the All;
Only to Transform it all:

For All is One, and One is All.

So,
In your vibrant womb of glowing dark;
My soul is nourished
And, I am reborn.

My Friend.

Your Name? “My Friend”,
On my part?A bad call.
Those words that you told me
lack truth after all.

Attempts to be open;
spilt secrets of youth-
My policy, honest;
to tell you the truth.

Your silence; this deadlock.
Agenda? Avoidance.
I still lack understanding
Of your blatant abberance.

Your Name “My Friend”?
You’re naught but a liar,
mounting this witch-hunt;

Come set me on fire.