and who rides their horse
down these empty streets
early
early
before the taste of morning?
the deepest grief
is sorrow untold…
your last breath will surely come
and it could be
this
one
when you are
hooked and released by the thorny wings of time
you find
your own heart
your own wings
beating
softly…
pausing at the door
the faint breath of night
rush of memory
loosens the solidity of sorrow and joy
all is bathed in golden…
and this
simply this
is the miracle of our aliveness
this explosion
this quiet tsunami
this sonic boom
that drowns us
washes us away
fills us and empties us
this extraordinary ordinary…
our watercolor eyes
rippling through acres of summer
and winter…
our nakedness
exposed
and hidden
in unutterable words…
wings of sound cannot be held
even the wind cannot fathom its own magnificence
emotions wash through us
pouring infinite colors through our eyes…
and what of the songs you sang
long long ago?
where are the words?
where is your heart of yesteryear?
and where are your bones that lay broken
under clear desert skies?
where is the dance?
in the remembering?
in the forgetting?
in these tides of ancient moons
soaring across the vault of sky,
lost in the rainbows
streaming through our eyes
remembered and forgotten
in love…
and the stars burn
and fall
angels
sing
the songs of oceans
or was it the whales
I saw on the horizon
feeling their giant hearts
beating
as I feel yours
now
intimately
this
very
breath
our first
and last
.
who dances in the setting sun
bathed in golden sea
beckoning the deep,
taunting the stars to truly shine?
who rides the prayers of ancient moon?
her drops slowly
falling
into the shimmering?
or is it midnight that sings so valiantly
only to tremble at the coming of the
long
long
night
so beautiful <3
Amazing as always. I need to talk to you. I think I have your email. I will try to send something soon. Love you