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Baldur

Related imageIt was in the clouds of the sunrise

I heard his voice.

Full with the blush

Of a ripe peach;

The taste of exploration.

Summer.

He called me;

As close as a lover’s whisper,

As clear as a command.

He told me his name

Nothing more.

Perhaps it was enough.

Acknowledgement;

Name knowing,

Now we can find

Each other in the dark.

 

Philip

I slip into myself

An awkward child

All legs and arms.

Dream;

Eyes furtive

A bull calf

Trying spindly legs

This world

So large.

The God calls

And I answer.

Images are atoms.

I love.

Open to all

Life will unfold

As it will;

And I grow.

Want

She exhales

A few brief moments to hear her thoughts

The room surrounds her

The pen

A lover,

Soft and smooth

Gliding across the page .

Spell speaker,

Truth teller,

“I dream “

The lines dance,

Male seeking female;

Positive to negative

Open and ready.

Blow

Out the

Candle

And dream.

Yet…

antique-blank-camera-269810The books are too many;

I falter under their weight.

Pleading expectation;

Firm covers crave bending.

Touch,

A lingering glance.

I must abstain.

Pulled too far;

Duty’s call too loud.

What I dream;

Packed tightly

Into boxes;

Saved for later.

Until my unknown debt

Has been paid.

Cherub

She sleeps;

A child

Waiting for

Compassion.

Listening to the silent drum.

Heart beats

Steady

Inhale,

And wait.

 

Galleon

Image result for british galleon in harbourBlood, brine and flesh

I dream

In the belly of the

Ship.

Land;

Ripe and fertile,

Full  of life.

She died in my arms.

Gloaming

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As the sun

Dips below the treeline.

Even the wolves wait;

Hungry anticipation.

We found a blanket

Hidden in a

Trunk in the attic.

Wine wrapped

Inside;

Our offering.

In the clearing

We will

Toast the

Mystery of

The dying day.

 

 

 

 

Kin

Image result for cradle in attic

Sometimes the muse is blindfolded.

 

Gifts are given in a game of

Truth or dare.

 

Determined by the

Flip of a coin.

You stumble into

Life.

 

The day you were born,

Your new family took you home.

The request of your mother;

Afraid to keep you

Her past life calling.

Judging.

 

Alone.

 

Struggling between worlds

You try to

Dream in double-time.

 

 

Janus

God of paradox
You guard the door:
The entrance and the exit.
Witness to the past and present.
When war is declared
Your heart quickens;
Hungry for the fight.
Those same arms will offer
Solace for the peacemaker.
Patron both of the conqueror and
Exploited.
Tears can be shed in both anger and love.
You embody
Light and darkness

Youth and age
Love and hatred;
In one being.
The challenge of being human.

Interior

A voice I know
Calls from the cavern.
It bounces
From stalagmite to stalactite.
I concentrate
Eager to understand
The message.
Sometimes the voice
Of her.
Sometimes the voice
Of him.
Fear
Of faltering, falling,
Failing to be what I might be
What I want to be.
Inhale.
Trust.
And
Create.

 

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