Star shoot beautiful night
Brilliant sky hearts flight
Across the world
Dreams are curled
In lovers beds
With separate dreads
But with the arc
Of light embark
Connect their souls
And fills deep holes
So no matter where
The dark may stare
Magic comes and opens doors
Makes things fly and soar
And when the end is near
I will want you here
To see the star
So far
So far
Thin silver strand
appears from reflected rays
rainbow thread
secret bridge hidden
among the green
only to disappear
as slipping clouds
so easily erase
the beauty
We meet upon the rubbled path
as comrades often do
weary travelers in a lonely place
not by chance the journey crossed
By the crackling fire
shared stories told resting long and slow
of future climbs and mountains high
and moonlit rivers flowing near
Our hearts have been separate
but souls have been in sync
recognizing kindred spirits
and distant hopeful dreams
With these bonding moments
promises are cast
someday in a future life
the trail may yet converge
A single road then
we shall walk
together side by side
To create a burning reality
from a bridge of given thoughts
that passed between
us two
I walk in power
my heels lit on fire
and silver curls sparkling
reflecting the full moon
in the eclipse of staring eyes
Quietly I cast my soulful spell
stirred in mystic hope
Desire floats and flits
and brushes up against the unsuspecting
who turn with sugared words
their hands moving sweetly so near
through fairy glamour
Yet this is not the happy ending
for magic knows its course
It will fly for eons hungry
seeking out the perfect story
Until that time comes present
I watch the starry night
with moon beam brilliance
and comet tail flight
for my magic to come home
So when it does
I shall be here
waiting patiently
You passed again today
through my wandering mind
your dusty shadow
shimmering in the graying light
I followed among the scattered leaves
that blow with whispers
so near the winds of thought
and wonder where you lead
Yet there is a ray of simmering light
amidst the darkened hollow
that echos in my brain
A day will come
when you shall stop
and slowly turn around
And in this precious moment
my eyes will finally learn
who hides behind the chase
I wait for you
in the deep of the night
laying silent
corpse pose
or a sleeping beauty
with sealed lips and racing thoughts
Where have you been
these many years
as the snows fluttered past
and sun burned this tomb
I wait
in quiet repose
for you to hear my call
and walk between
the tangled trees
out from wherever you may be
into this barren glade
Step in
and whisper in my wanting ear
the words I need to hear
Pass softly upon the downy moss
entwined together our lovers hands
for now we shall make a life
far far away
in another land
I will stay
and leave my fingerprint upon you
if then you
turn to go
I will be found
What is left of me
is left on you
too
We are together
forever
having touched
A hushed murmur
softly in your ear
and you see me
turn away
in the dark of dreams
my fingerprint left light
ever on your skin
Hands wrapped round
lonely lost child
hide and seek come out
and smile
Touched with warmth inside
the past slipping distant
sweet kiss
on lips long laughter gone
now sing sweet song
Close face pressed
cheek to virgin speaking
whisper soft past meaning
fondly lift heavy heart
away
away
Rising again
lips drenched
from former kisses
the taste of dissipating sweet
arising to awareness
And filtering rays
lay like lovers
resting softly nearby
The visits
are now clandestine
quiet furtive touches
felt briefly–barely
and then are lost
Laying still
feeling lingering longing
layered on remembering
will it never leave
as the endless nights
continue on
alone
I move you
as you watch
through eyes reaching back
to dance floors hung with
cigarette smoke swirls
Your double-breasted jacket
brushing cozily against a firmly guarded chest
Slowly moving together
feeling forever young
until
the music fades away
And then you turn
to see me sitting next to you
Are you searching among
reminiscence and room?
The pirouette now is sedate and stiff
partnered hands upon cold metal rails
that follow your lead
It is not love that holds us up in the end
But the lonely grip
of the metallic burn
the flickering memories that dart
with us
in and out
as our dance partners
once did
