Imbue

I’m never not looking or waiting for you:

 

Bold crickets serenade the watching moon,

And I think of you.

Gentle breezes lift tiny curls on my crown,

And I feel your understanding touch.

The smell of the first heavy raindrops from a frantic summer storm,

And I taste the charged flavor of you.

 

You dance with all my unseen senses through nature,

And instinctively I open my lungs, my mind, and my heart.

Absorbing the tenderness of my emotion,

Swallowing your sentiment.

I no longer curse the subtle connections,

That tether us, not allowing desuetude of soul.

 

Come to me my love:

In animal song, in playful breeze and in savory rolling thunder.

Breathe into me inspiration.

Evoke and awaken forgotten connection,

Submerge me away with abstract hope ever so gently.

Believe.

The warmth of the sun holds the golden glitter of our hearts,

That innocent children delight and color their worlds in.

 

~m

 

 

Entreat

He spoke my name in whispers,

With a simple blistering kiss.

Etching my soul to yearn,

Reaching our forgotten reminisce.

 

Eloquent of humanity,

Recognition of his blood.

Lip upon lip:

I knew it was him, the one that I loved.

 

Come to me, dream darling

Cross the bridge and awake!

Reunited incarnated souls;

We will save the world from hate.

 

 

~m

 

 

 

 

Two-Stepping Twins

Hear me whisper curses,
Watch my lips run.
Catch my desperation,
Raking songs unsung.

 

Frustrations we celebrate,
Like the 4th of July.
Burn our ambition,
A spiteful nose alibi.

 

What a game of tactics,
Foreplay of the mind.
Respecting ingenuity,
Impressive masterminds.

 

Curiosity kills fur,
But keeps rapt attention.
Fascination’s sweet babies,
We’re stars shooting of ascension.

 

Complimentary magnets,
Dancing Yang and the Yin.
You dip and I’ll twirl,
Till we wake up in zen.

 

~m

Compass

Cats bark secrets

At hidden new moons

Bringing back memories

Always gone too soon

Senior’s first word

Beginning at the end

Hangs white poignant stars

To midnight’s curtains thinned

Unicorn knelling loudly

In prayer, just out of sight

Guarding suns treasured magic

For dreams to take flight

The world keeps spinning dizzy

Turning my square chaos around

Searching for you, comes empty

My heart pleads to be found

But still, I hear your voice

Compass, introduced at our birth

Anchoring connate knowledge

You….

are my true magnetic north

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My infant thoughts

Play a precarious peekaboo

With the Universe’s golden child

It’s mysterious reputation seeming so taboo

 

Third-eyed wisdom

So hard to hide

A lighthouse beacon

In the cliffs of the mind

 

Answers how

To navigate our course

I follow waves

In an ebbing vital force

 

What seems peculiar

Attracts nimble intellect

I find myself listening

To a Celestial Doppler-effect

 

It is not factual

It is felt in the bones

Some will even argue

That it is unknown

 

But what I feel

I know to be true

The Universe summons

Us all to rendezvous

 

To show vulnerability

And give gift of answers

Inheriting the cosmos-

We become spiritual necromancers

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

Vow

Embrace the whispers

That named you mine

Drowning your sorrow

That drags the line

Link the chains

That enslaves the heart

Following the path

Back to the very start

Win my love

That has begun to falter

Securing our future

At love’s altar

 

~m

 

 

 

Genesis

Originally posted on My Trending Stories

 

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(ERP, NC sunset 6.28.16)

 

Watch me morph into cherished sunrise,

From the discarded thoughts that plaited the skies.

Breathe translucent jeweled consciousness into your expanding lungs,

Heart healed hopeful, spilling with new lyrics unsung.

This is the genesis dawn of your enlightened days,

Euphoria you emanate, sweeps the world in your glorious rays.

Set kind example, and lead with your bright shining hearts,

The Universe recognizes this unity as its harmonious counterparts.

Synchronicity moves simultaneously in the moon, sun and stars,

With gravity anchoring this Aquarius new age rebirth to justly be ours.

 

~m

 

Augur

I need to share ancient stars with you,

And hear your enraptured inhalation.

Present for the glory moment when ancient star dust,

Awakens the souls in burst of constellation.

 

In my honored company I’m most humbled by,

Gifts from the esurient language of love whispers.

Birthrights are titled provenance in the greatest of energy sources

Giving blue-eyed mirth that mirrors depths of brown blushing glitters.

 

The silvery echos of our souls absorbing,

Fill the twilight skies with who’ing owls.

The white wolf of hearts takes her place on edges of cliffs,

Celebrating our imminent reunion with her delighted howls.

 

~m

The Peacock’s Soul

(Art – Peacock Krishna, but no artist named)

 

Her colors of personality

Stain you ruthlessly

Especially when encountered indirectly.

 

She simply captivates

With her innocent pigments.

For she is an old soul, with innumerable unnamed tints.

 

You will be happy for her as much as yourself

As she skims the creams of mortal life

Guiding so many sinners, to better tomorrows.

 

You can physically feel

Her ethereal, contagion fingers tickle

With effervescence of a budding anticipation inside your chest.

 

Her purity and innocence

Dance in our darkened corners

While wearing a tailored ballgown of ebullient aspirations.

 

But it is not just for you,

That she parades:

It’s for mankind’s capable future.

 

She is humanity’s mascot,

Offering us flavors of the sharp piquancy of hope

A gift that is full of dry rich notes that fill your every sense of wonder.

 

Her emitting aura of love,

Baptizes us all in dripping potential

With arresting shades of kelly green that sing beside fatty full-bodied blues.

 

Her royal purple is mixed as an life force elixir

She is the mother of smiles

Past, present and future.

 

Inherently we know,

She is the key

To our soul peace and our polyphony.

 

But she is also something just as precious:

Validation of our knowledge,

That our hope survives vividly in color- in the Peacock’s Soul.

 

~m