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angels (haiku)

upon the mountain

angels undulating

a burning bush


higher plane (lyrics)

you break the calm silence

of dreams in the night so close

like whispers of love higher

just beyond reach

like the sacred fingertip

~

my heart beats true

to the thing

other than you

words cannot explain

a new love

on a higher plane

~

thunder crashing down

your swirling bed of lies

satin sheets blowing cold

with all your might

it’s a bolt of darkness

that you strike

wounding angels unaware in flight

~

my heart beats true

to the thing

other than you

words cannot explain

a new love

on a higher plane

~

torn hearts apart

crying – dying

the storm in your rage

i lie here in abeyance

why do i

obey your storm

~

my heart beats true

to the thing

other than you

words cannot explain

a new love

on a higher plane

a new love

on a higher plane


i am (lyrics)

Where am i going?
Am i growing up, to you,
or just wild in the night?
Is my vision true,
to be with you, my love,
i’m running in the dark
will i hit the wall?

Where are you now,
and your higher power,
when flesh is weak,
yet so very strong?
Who will win the war,
this tug of war?
Your hand is strong –
it can pull me up,
but so hard to touch.

Did you send your love?
Did she fall from above?
Is she there, for me –
Are you in her eyes?
Can she save my soul,
before i let go,
of your hand
to drown, within myself?

Where are the angels?
Where is your burning bush?

I am that I am,
that’s what you said,
but who am i?

Stay with me.
All is dark


your mind

i tried to touch your mind,
whispering intuitions
as i unwrapped them,
chanting visions
of perfect children
with your face and mine.
i painted you
upon every thought,
and every wall,
but human distance is hell.
it’s wearing me thin,
and your moths are forgetting the poems,
distracted by tambourines
and the flamenco at night.
i stoke the bonfire every day.
it has consumed everything,
more than i own.
can you feel the warmth?
can you see the glow?
but now, love, my body cries
to be fed,
to be released,
to transcend, and
my angels have flown
to higher ground;
said i was a ghost
wandering in violets
searching for your body –
following the butterfly
of inspiration.


perfection

your warmth i feel

before we touch

as i lay back

and watch angels

caress your body

with perfection