My Muse

May 15, 2009 - Friday

My Muse...a dream of 9
Current mood:grateful for love's abiding reconciliation
Category: Writing and Poetry
MY MUSE

The Dawn that kisses the dusk a bidden farewell
The songs of gentle untold rainbows clutched and hidden within Love's spell
Dandelions that catch the lofty winds giving way to purpose in it's creation
Tiny fingers grasp the very vibrancy surrounding the agile soul in it's relation
A lovers hand, folded and cupped in grace
Fog, gaps and voids of space
Shores of sand plunge into the depths of salted foam of crashing waves
As night is to day and sun is to rain
Each thing was called before the other frame
Completion and purpose both riding on one another
Growing before, harnessed shapes of complexed circumvolution spun delicately upon her
Like threads of silk, the chalice flesh and tongue and cheek of face
Infinite circles moving through cellular activity into organisms creating the gift of EMBRACE


When perched highly upon pedestals of unrealistic drawls
It is no wonder we should plummet to depths beyond heaven's wings of breaking falls
They leave words not unspoken to the thief of the night's cruel intention
But give thoughts to the words evoked in the heart's to reckon
From the depths of softly mettled summer puddles to the air above the stark moon's solidarity
It shows kindness rippling corollary in clandestine equality
It is free from narcissism, arrogance and hate
Challenging each movement as critical to the outcome of their fate
Licking the salt from each others abstruse wounds
Love finds solace striking the chords in the healing of new tune
Feathering Wings growing veins
From fingertips to halos grace their love reigns
Free from sufferings of life impaired by clamorous concert
In HUMILITY you have shown me the sublime invert


Like speckled clusters spiraling eccentric raves
Bursting into still pools of deep blue waves
If we should allow our bodies to do what our hands do in prayer
For my angel of mercy has mimicked himself in forms fashioned of rare
Like Braille is to the blind, your love language resonates beyond all realms
Speaking volumes to my soul, grasping volumes of gallant veils
A tourniquet of love arrests to the source of insult
Healing touches ornate the flesh where once hands laid there careless assault
For others it is more vigorous than empathy
Clotting the deplorable affliction of suffering
Gentle demur and softly spoken whispers of heavenly migration
Ascending only onto the throne of palms clasped in COMPASSION, disregard of regulation



Fire, flames in passion dancing, growing and wicking the well of tears
The dance of two steps, wavering between fragile minds and dreadful fears
With the words that broke silence as he spoke from darkness into light
A once anxious bird no longer seeking to take flight
His hands are warm and gentle with promise
His tongue soft with mindful caresses of a harsh word's amiss
Wounds of deep brim over with consecration
A dream repaired and painted brighter beyond her feeble imagination
Warm whispers through the darkness, weeping milk and honey
Licking the dew of brooding fixation over the once weak and lonely
Pining the clusters of renewed promise upon the branch they were plucked
Cognizant of the arrow of LOVE in which one was struck


A symphony of light envelops its on lookers
Masking and consuming it's audience of players of kings and their jesters
A culminating vibrancy
Pulsating crowns of glory
Palpitating rhythms of patterns and color
Displaying in all its magnificent wonder
Feet pound the pavement
Hearts break the stroke of mundane golden bands of engravement
When the dusk blankets the day
The sounds resonate from the dirt, reminding of it's intent to not give way
The beat of the heart still setting pace for it's withered rosary
A shrill of hues saturate the canvas of ENERGY



Unscathed and whole, delicate lace of porcelain skin
The bubbles that we watched in awe, chased and burst in the wind
Drunken with a mother's milk sweet upon the aperture
Reveling in the world turning into itself, manifesting purpose in her harbor
Beyond the age of reason
Embracing the growth of each saunter's season
Garments of silk to burlap and burlap to cashmere
Reclaiming his right of passage once robbed in another to be rediscovered in her
Baptized in the murder's blunder of infinite sin
Reconciled and brought forth in reclaiming of INNOCENCE because of him



Defense is paper thin
With what was once broken is made whole again
Free from the footholds of imprisoning pain
Simply released, apostatized from his deceitful reign
Wings given to wilderness angels
Smooth as ravens wings upon delicate skin of curves and caramel angles
Doing with what one seeks to do in darkness in the light of eyes
Chase and capture, harness and memorize
Attributed to the strong for the weak seek only pasts kiss of death
Where love and mercy are buried in the burden of the mother's breast
It is for the delicate and slight, we must remember their preservation and innocence
Allowing the past to settle like dust and only embrace the tomorrows of FORGIVENESS


Souls and hearts that seek only charity in which to be bound
With resolute to not spill seed at the nipping heels of the relentless ground
Shadows dotted along the walk growing taller into migration of one
Sweetly reconciled flesh teeming with the lips that parted, for there true love once begun
Hours seemingly melting into days, folding into weeks
With more than our words did we learn to speak
Eyes exchanging glances and nuzzles upon noble stances
With only candlelight to illuminate the ways for the understood tearing down of valiant ransoms
Sweetly abated breath shallow in perfection upon my neck
It is with your melody my soul gives way to freckled kaleidoscoped flecks
It is in each other's comprehension of vulnerability that
We may dignify and set forth the fire to our INTIMACY


From one fishbowl to another
New perspective on perspective
Counting 4 leaf clovers
The humming summoning me to your side in spite of the miles
Spawning of new covenants exchanged with the corners of smiles
Giving new breath of hope to once barren envisions
He has sewn seeds of vivacity with articulate precision
Each thing growing and unfolding before us
Evolving and changing its perpetual discourse
An evolution of adaptation
Pursuant of evolving alteration
The infant's cries to the last breath before our stone graves
Seceding LIFE and it's fleeting conducive discord of bows and waves