Modern love is cat and mouse,
Tickle sweets and drowning words
Hands bind with lofty promises
The quiet of the earth in the morning
It collapses with a final sigh
Winds, come my way and gather strength
Whirling and pelting
Destroying
Musings, Poetry and Art
Modern love is cat and mouse,
Tickle sweets and drowning words
Hands bind with lofty promises
The quiet of the earth in the morning
It collapses with a final sigh
Winds, come my way and gather strength
Whirling and pelting
Destroying
At night, the stairs of this old house creaks
Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night.
The shadow movements, the fluid dance of a candles flame
Dances in our room like the Northern Lights
I take your hand, wrapping my legs around yours,
It is what night time soul vines do,
Coiling around the warmth, finding the placement of the sun.
Should I be praying? Your hand on my back, face to face.
Should we soar a little higher? During our dreams and back to reality
Passing the sands of time and endless oceans
I repeat to myself.
I don’t want to wake, I don’t want to wake.
You stayed by my side
Keep moving past the blue, the green, and the intricate structure of the doorway
You stopped moving,
Keep swimming through the congestion, the open highway
Someday we will arrive
You left for a brief period
Cloudy mystics whispered chants to bind you to the dark
You appeared more delicate and possessed
I only wanted to kiss your lips and tell you “I’m here”.
I didn’t see a passage through the mirror
I wanted it to be a fairytale, where I could sleep on a feather bed
To awake within my mind, the soft hues of lavender and your gentle breathing
What can I bring?
To this world of candy trees
Those moss filled vines tickling me up through my spine.
Is it the open sky?
The voices in the field?
Black rituals make the gathering tremble when the women begin to fly.
Say it doesn’t matter to make you weep near the highway.
Like Lead Belly said, “In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine”
We can hold each other till sunrise.
In many days,
Reflections, cold.
I don’t see the shadows, the tinge of orange
Bright sunlight
I have slept in fields,
Departed and interwoven, this spiders web
I see mask and smiles
Too deep to know, the higher knowledge
In lace and petticoats, ribbed bones to my skin
The clocks tick, silently.
Remember, kindness
In a whisper the dawn might disappear
Cold irons embrace me
I see outside the window, green swaying in dancing greys
I hoped to be taken away, my widows peak and following stones
Mountains reveal sparkling lands, clear voices of the meadows.
Down many valleys, he waits and life goes on.
In the deep caverns of black and white
Poor boy disappears into a man
Today and tonight, he will wrap himself with buildings and sky
He thinks of liberty and falling skies.
Down by the river that is turning purple
The silent girl, turns around and around
She gathers all before womanhood.
We don’t hear the steps behind us
Following in the night and skipping in the morning
Before the sparrow sings its song.