Shadows in a room full of night

border
electron sparklerettes
streak softly around corners
into dreams
mixed all together 

Shapes of long long
Ago Long as
Missed dream ripples
and lifeless chairs

now can't live till it reaches
out and nests in our eyes
here down in my heart

brain chemical 741 deficit

worlds weave inside me
  caressing spreading rays
  into unknown dimensions
destinations
 as far away as
plain spoken
dreams
untangled   at the ends  
   to see almost
anything


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The Night stand

you and I
and the sleeping breath
moving inside backwards
into an early night
hands
holding on the unforgettable
rhythm 
of hearts run through
ever ever held
at this point 


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The Two Mads

 do not tell thee how to be mad .



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The Frame and the Door

alternating close woven
breathing life in two
the beings are white feel  warmth and ache
with pleasure
being you there translucent. skin
pressed into endlessness



.....

say cheese

Bell the whole and white

trying to float arrows in the sky
wondering at least resembling
what a wave in the sea is
a wave that is also a pulse 
airily slow
the click 
of reality
answers dear me


...

The dark morning runs quietly

quiet
Hands clasped to morning air
a school of songbirds fly 

the night breathes between us
held tight stars spitting candles
where nature and earth conquer
words themselves

my soul enjoys your company



..

From a horse that loves you

If  I was not a horse

I could be your moon

your word's writing fluid

mounted on the sky



trusting in myself

loving you all ways

..


..

if the sun that shines could feel

Never closer from I
You may not be 
last or only 
She

Buried in sun
round eyes
eyes ordinary with love
as If the sun that shines could feel



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Still with you

I walk and wonder if you are near
ground smiling
dreamy earth spreading its past into a knowledge of stars

complex particles moving
towards a clearer vision
against all movement
as my heart is carried past meaning
and ignited dreams


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mixed together

silence passes as the sun does
as the birds open a passageway
into being

words imperfect together
sparking between up and down
heartbeats


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