to have heard/read one song
one tremulous and ancient voice
reminder
that the lines and colors of the soul
are but vague words
few shades of evening on the endless spectrum
of our dream imaginal
i live
the place of dreams
and dance
the chords of lines across the sky
horse tails
fish scales
the only vision in the place
of wind and sea
yes
treasure in and from the eyes
where past the word of tongues
a silent lift of gnoing
glimmers in the glance between
our breathing
seeming
ways
...i have to smile
and notice as your body shifts upon the chair
i saw the gesture there
that let encryption of the heart
be known
the winged one
you are
hands folded in disguise
your mask told all
while all the senses turned at
once both
here and there
casual in conversation for the world to see
but all the while our souls had lifted to the place of "yes"
and formed another
limb full bloom
beneath the oak and elm
separating roots
entwined within the earth
reversed
to depths unknown
forming waves and curtains on the wall
persephone's persistant dream
as i recall
to keep the dark at bay
and all the while your breeze of breath
had opened all the curtains wide
to gaze upon the coming dawn
.....but first
the passing of the night....