Mists

You penetrated,
 Through the thickest,
    Most protective mists, 
      With which I surrounded myself, and
         They, have now dissipated back to Avalon’s bonnie shores.

You pulled me through isolation and darkness, 
  To your beautifully hidden universe,
     My heart now runs rich,
         On the promise of potential,
            Flowing deepest far past the shallows of my soul, and
              Shooting like a Excalibur to the surface of this lady’s lake.

The power of your intentions is BIGGER than you realize,
  Do you want what you’re asking for?
   And as you begin to tear away,
     Out of terror?
       Or out of excitement?
         Or out some enigmatic emotion?
           I        begin      to      be     torn       apart.

           

​When ​i must ​take ​leave​ of​ you

When ​i must ​take ​leave​ of​ you,

How quickly the sadness tracks me down;

Fed by sleeplessness,

Stray thoughts,​

​
And, a frontline of felled castles in the air​; 
Then​ all becomes lifeless and dark.

My heart 
           drops 
                 infinitely;

Even during the most brilliant of days,

When it should be light and rising like a phoenix;

Not frigidly sinking into darkness-- defaced, mangled,

And lapidarius . . . polished  like a hag stone 
    from a lifetime of wear and tears
         and abrasions.

i see you again and ​the world becomes vibrant;

The touch, the feel,
The love that emanates,

A resurrecting feeling deep inside;
       --Inanna passing back through the seven gates--

Then we must part;
And all becomes dark and lifeless.

My face is a facade when you are not near.

It is full of glamour magick --all smiles and all laughs;

But, nothing is real until

        i am back in your presence.

And my heart becomes witch fire flint,
   and the sparks fly,

     and the fireworks radiate inside,

Firing to the beat of your drumming heart;
My face -- no longer a facade.
Then you impishly shoo me away,
​And all becomes lifeless and dark.

Before long you text ILY;

How quickly the light descends from nowhere,

And all becomes spirited and bright...

If i Could Only Just...

If I could only just

I make perfect sense to me,
I have since antiquity;
But, from your view I'm not so sure I do.

...And, as I see, at times, I cognitively confound you.

So,
Allow me to understand the diligently deep thoughts

Source

That swirl within your head;
The ones that don't come out as I suppose I think they should,
or could, or even would,
As you attempt to make sense of me...                                 

If I could only just
dive into the well of
your swirling thoughts
I am sure it would be a beautiful "Starry Night"
Playfully darting above an oasis of love.

And
I playfully imagine Somewhere inside that heaven
      the idea of us was born

          on the back of a renegade turtle.

Gaze from behind those chestnut brown eyes for 
A greater comprehension of 
your view of 
MY obscurity
Amidst the "Ninth Wave" of my soul...

Oh,  If I could only Just...​