dream inspired may 2016

I emptied my pockets and all my bags pouring them on the landscape begging to find more of what I freely gave away.
Time.
But time is elusive because sometimes she does not exist at all.
The illusionary alchemist.
All my trinkets rolling down grassy hills where we once laid, glitter floating gracefully through the winds.
"You set aside your magic for such silly things."
"Love is not silly." I replied defensively.
"Then you are doing it wrong." She smiled while handing me a memory in a little jar I once dreamed he had given me.

I thought to myself how she was right, we've argued all my lifetimes over these things and while others shake their heads at watching me manifest my mistakes to repeat them until I learn, she always kindly smiles.
"When you feel like you are wasting time, you are not learning the lessons provided within."
The fact is, this is not just your lesson, sometimes it is just yours to teach another.
"Have you gathered your details?"
I shook my head no.
Waving her hand and showing me his kind eyes.
"Others eyes sometimes blind."
I closed mine, until I felt tears welling up in the corners tickling their way free, warm paths down my face before they leap into space.
"I don't know." I whispered.
She pulled my hands into her heart, "None of us know, we hold all of this knowledge, wisdom is never free.
Alas, we still, do. not. know."

Saree McClaran

The shape shift cavalry

She disappears into the swollen bellies of predatory beasts
then comes out wearing their hide.

The shape shift cavalry,

Wide mouthed,

Poison lungs.

Orange embers burning before souls turn black.

I take pieces from the spine you lack.

Kitten paws licked,

bleeding down her thighs.

Golden paint across those eyes.
Gleam,

Sun rays,

Solstice soaked.

-Saree McClaran 062116

Venus

There's a blood letting, a call out for my protections.
Sages have their palms on wading waves making beats from the oceans ways.
Heart conjunction melody.
Look who is catching you now.
Sleeping summer eyes with kisses over laid.
I walk on invisible ribbons to lead the way.
I'm not scared, but I can't let you stay,
at the bottom of this whirlpool.
I've started tearing down the sun to dry all past tears,
a global warming as my flesh may burn,
but I'm infused in the safety of our love.
I'm weaving webs in solidarity of those some claimed were my enemies.
Words like weapons but I have purged all dark and only have light work left to do.
A growing hope that emits an awakening.
Arms that hold me close in some coming cosmic phenomenon.
Reaching like swaying trees into me,
Intimate interaction, alter dance.
The seasons are our magic.
Hands together, Nothing happens by chance.

Saree McClaran
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