-in dreams

I built castles in her wake.
Calling through winds for the trees did not shake.
Hiding in closets, holding golden boxes,
who has the key, why should it be me?
It's no longer locked,
baby, it's no longer locked.
I never cast her away the way she thought I did.
I just wanted to rest from all the times I hid.
I did what I had to do within the circumstances,
Don't you question the tactics of my survival,
While tearing my soul from flames I never forgot our dances.
The way your eyes shined, and before I spoke, you memorized my mind.
When hearts hold sisters a certain way,
I promised I'd come back for you one day.
The doors are open, but I'm not inside.
I'm out and about traveling where I belong, back when you met me,
and where I'll always be.
Playing hoaxes, letting them all think we died.
Opened tombs; empty, though filled with petals.
Blossom, my little darling because your mind never settles.
In the elsewhere, if you may.

82015

"Zyra."

The other side sent their regards.
Every time I fall back, it's securely into their arms.
Resonating through, shivers through my spine.
Feeling you.
Through the sunlight highlighting spider's woven catchers,
through lace, leaves, and a wink of an eye to know how and where this healing has taken place.
I hear them like never before.
Hands open, white light, I'm sure.
I still know this dance,
My happiness does not fall into another's hands.
My blessings received.

The Three, that came to me.
A door has swung open, and I'm running through,
into the still space to watch the world cascade over in shooting stars.
Time traveling into fast forwarded clouds.
Anchor to those I hold close,
drying tears from hearts that need me most.
My messages received,
cracked this lavender shell and we're so relieved.
We're never done, had a good run.
Move now to better things, forward where your soul sings.

She told me that this would've knocked down those who were stronger,
I stand back up each time because I'm supposed to prevail longer.
Voices whispering softly with black cherry tongues.
Tired life lines, carrying old souls, and Namaste to the young.
I will carry you in my hair, like the vibrant sun.
Spread warmth, it's time to walk not run.
Soak in this space, I know myself, for when I scry with our mirror.
I see her face.

S.M.
8*11*15

Νψχι

Found me here...

Atrocious mess made to feel slightly off kilter in your kindness.
So you stopped dead in your tracks.
For years I could not feel it.
I hid in gathered nests from branches that reach across.
Kiss my mouth and pull my layers like the threads that bare my soul to vicious vision-less thieves.
Or to me.
To you, for you, through me.
I see.
Color dancing ceiling tiles, please oh please just stay a while.
More.
Running up hills to lift off with Chinese lantern filled skies.

Strawberry pouch and scattered glass.
I'll write about you for years to come,
like the rising sun, and then some.
Lift my hands with yours, pull me in and let me reside until I find my own.
You found me here,
in a shaken phase, laughing face.
Messy hair, soft lips, small hands and eyes that stare.
Into you,
staring into me.
Write silent poetry while you touch my thighs.
torn muscles from running so hard, for so long.
permeated with the sound of swan songs.

Never knew.
Hate could've been such a lover.
Until we find another.
All straps come lose,
and you're free from here,
so you stay with me.
Summer scented Moon-lit safety.
Reach in.
Pull me out and dance in this white noise.

S.M.
080415

Swamp Geometry

The complexities in life are so delicately intricate that we forget just how terrifically strong the bonds hold. Until we are enraptured in gigantic weaving webs on bridges at irrelevant hours, or in a color melting conch shell just outside of our comfort level, but directly on the line of our own parallel thought processes.
There is no escape, absolutely none and in that moment we realize we do not need to escape.
I closed my eyes and the wind carries me so perfectly, wrapping around us like a blanketed energy, particles that absorb until they are larger, swallowing us, then giving birth to us again.
Over... and over... We bloom.
Tossing us into the ocean and telling us 'lay in fields and watch the sky,' every time the lightening struck the ground it hit us. Electrified and reborn.
We have transcended over time continually, We are those who still connect to this connection, just So.
Cradled in soft cosmic hands that you haven't held in years, and you feel everything in your chest, catching your breath, sending chills up your spine. Mouth opens you gasp for air.
You miss everything that was, but know, it always IS.
Your hair is encapsulating us we needed the cocoon to hardened so we could crack and emerge, again.
Over... and over...
Purple refractions and flames that cover what we've sacrificed to get back to where we belong.
Time elapsed, slowed down, focused and spun us back onto our feet.
We are standing, but falling, floating, gently.
Soft feathers of your wings you had in past lives.
Flying, to future lives to remind us.
Revisit this place. Focusing the rear view mirror and catching shadows.
Every so often collide into these complexities with confidence that we are there.
Together holding hands. Like always.
I love you.

— with Leala Farnsworth and Kristen Norton.

Vague inbetweens