About the Lines of my Pages

About the Lines of my Pages

I breathe him in on the edge of thin air

His shoulders arch in the proud symmetry of gods

breaking the world’s noise into creation

His skies turn silent with storms

As that thrilling melody runs throught the universe

Through his veins and

Into mine…

There’s space between our hands now

Because our eyes are opened into the force that births us endlessly

And gives meaning to time.

Purpose.

M.

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About Fires

I laid breathlessly into blue sun storms,

Smoke rose from our skin in the darkness of the Universe,

You pulled my hair back, tighten your hand around my neck

And descended above me in light like the God that you are.

 

M.

About Summers

About Summers

We walked together you and me on the streets of where I first got lost 

And, after all this time in which the waters have parted into us, I saw you clearly, as in the dream of a dream of black and white horses running freely on the Nordic shores.

Winter had finally come, deserted and cold, but you smiled and broke the heaviness of my memories.

I looked around and saw the tiniest white bird between the icy snow, it was injured  when it found its way between my palms and you said you could heal it,

As you always say…

I let go of your hand because I could hear it sing, I could, 

And when I touched it with my cheek, it was my greatest of loves,

It was her, and, from the dream of a dream, you, had brought her to me.

 

M.