Words in the sky

Porcelain kisses
Trampling higher Than
Heroes before tin towers
Melted;
Rows of pausing belated
Our true eye color.
Tangled sleep fell
Apart as the Spartan between
Us arose in matte Memories.
Immortal window Seals together
The rose tide of singing apart
Whales. We spoke in laughter
And the rendering of blue
Haze greyed our mistakes.
I thought he was a poet and
Marked each chapter with
Crying eyes; Instead he ended
It with poised breathtaking
And erected arms. When we
Conspire again the wind
Becomes Moment. Sleepy
Martyrs benign with
Summer kisses; solitude
Against this enigma of this
Fresh song. Long breathes
Of beating heroines will take
Us further into Nirvana.
Fascist pride wordless
Cobblestones lost and
Found make believe;
A bookstore in the sky.

Photo by my one and only; stillrainphotography

Clouded

Bottomless rain and a
Forbidden Fortress is built
around our Summer skin.
Collapsed memories once held
Our questions higher and
We stopped the clouds from
Blushing on to our smiles.
Clay outside my window
And the bricks are laughing
In their distant ponds.
We drafted a show where
You were the primrose of
Subconscious premise;
He protected us always.
The painting was always
Distorted; we just never kissed
The ground before to notice.
Clocks are withering away
against my elevated skin
 And the noble saint awakes.

Rumi

His

I'll equipped and the thorns
Of your Distracting eyelids
Are sleeping with possessive
Curtains; terminal ambiguity.
Drinking the earth with subtle
Daylight the Nuit Blanche Subsides
This pregnant floral. Amazon
Torsos slept beside me and
the morning I woke the world,
you cried.
Questioning the haze beneath
This clouded mustache;
The sky is smiling because of
yesterday.
Empty your eyes into my
Skin so that we can swim
Freedom strides towards
Ether today. Lotus leaves
Are falling fiercely
And towers of beginnings
Are kissing Goodbye.
Awoken by petals of
Master thunders we are
Peaceful in each other’s home.
I spoke in clouds over you and
You had distance kiss me on
My palms; lower my head to
Your glazed intentions
I am yours , I was always
Yours.

Meditate

"The path of the enlightened one leaves no track- it is like the path of birds in the sky." - Zen Quote