About an Endless Summer

About an Endless Summer

The tranquillity of you inside of me

Puts its palms on my eyes and turns them into light

For seeing the way through these last days of meaningless sky

In the place of a dark past I no longer remember

my life before you arrived and laid me down in peace

And in the perfect silence of our present future.

M.

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About Goodbyes

About Goodbyes

His hand is stretched to me and

Into me,

People move their steps in a deaf rush around us on the streets growing towards the world’s oldest sky,

I run through their veins in aloneness, strangers’ perfection when night sets on the edges of the light he has brought for me,

It rains in skylines of solitude under our touch, all lost, wet and eternal, the offerings on his altar,

Words of lives apart,  awareness and days in the sun, the offerings on mine,

Us,

then and there, for the times that had passed and none

For the ones to come.

M

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.

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.

 

 

She

I dreamt I dived into the darkest oceans and heard the whales cry,

I flew over the tallest peaks and saw the stones crumble,

I dreamt I was more light than the dream of dreams and it still weigh me down onto her street, at her door,

on my knees, with my head on her chest…

In her words.

“I wish I could take the pain away…”

And that was peace.

M.

About Retrieval

About Retrieval

Born,

As we’ve been

Inside of each other

On a deserted street under our waters,

I came back, in your words,

Unborn and untouched,

On the pages of your second unfinished journal.

I stirred the sun into orange waves with a pale

Numb hand

Still

You grabbed my wrist,

The unfinished thoughts of you

In a memory of Vincent’s desperate dream

Of the years of a life

At the same window,

So I’d know how to find the way

With a star in my

Hand.

 

M.