A direction opening wide

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Leaves offer a quiet shadow
bare words
wide open to the new moment
moving faster than lightning
pointing my heart in your direction.

..

on what isn't known yet

Shaken dew from awakening buds
An ocean spills from her eyes
rapture filled shadows, discoveries
of a sprinkling heart

In long drops
a new spirit fire
reclaims place
In vivid swarms of pinpoint accuracy


No seams ending, no ghosts
Here where the sun climbs out with
ancient thirsting eyes



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This is our world not to see

Evening in our world
you and I, you and me
not to see
in this sleep beyond the daisy dew
beyond the essence of
looking out
from sensation
into the treasures
that we pretend
not to see

And by daybreak through evening
of days like now
whenever we say never
we are always  moving
deeper together
dancing slowly
to the melodious frequencies of life

..

On strange words

Night opens to you its world
of dark visions
of silence smooth as a statue

and your flesh awakens to the calignosity
with the innocence of a sailboat on a summer's day


.

circling circuits

pulsating hearts
growing passions

in waves of liquid warmth and light
a penetrating radiance
only gaining momentum


..

New Skin

In the calm and open blue
of a world without a song
came a voice that
made a difference
and made things rearrange

disbelief became belief
slowly through dreams

You can be surrounded
by people who've disappeared
when the need to understand
commands some sun into your life


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Nuance communications

present between 
the river's bending memories
and the kindred spirit burning
in our souls
curled up into the wind
breathing between our closed eyes

.

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Thinking like snow

infinities written on trees
speak without awareness
brush lightly over the day
from the milky sky universe

Soon the circle of the moon will open
to raise the height of splendor
as love sits gently on the hard ground

.


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Love

puts two hearts together

into a single

word

The tenderness of angel's hands

the drapes have been discontinued

like an ocean's forgotten rage
and leaping off clouds

and how it remains 
still ever more
Be Dazzling Me
with the tenderness of angel's hands

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The past I never had

My eyes drain into the mirror
Tears bled through a
fractured past
of now soundless songs

Veins inside of my heart
squirting ink
like starshine out in the
sky through space


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not what I think

in the first line
I'm haunted by the
visual affliction of poetry
the word and
and

the soothing
evolution of the death of rhyme
and the sound of syllables



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