A Poet's Vision Quest for Beauty, Magic and Infinite Grace

A Poet's Vision Quest for Beauty, Magic and Infinite Grace

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

WE WILL BE AS LOVING ASH

Let me hear you, in the ancient glades 
& the mountains, in the forests, in the deserts 
dancing in the whispers of the moon, caress me 
with all the loving textures of your voice, the shivers, 
the tremblings, the erotic nuances never to be heard 
except in the mysteries the stars dream of, let me kiss you 
& embrace you like the warm darkness of a Cosmos 
about to bloom, there never has been such a night, 
such a Lover as you, the most perfect & graceful 
of midnight's secrets, let us lie awhile, amid the memories 
of the orchards & the summers yet to be, let me run 
my fingers gently through the raven winged waves 
of your hair & wake the galaxies within your eyes, 
let me taste you as if a gentle pilgrim of the senses, 
let me imagine the waves & far flung oceans of ecstasy 
even before they gather us & become greater, 
let me plunge without regret into the fathomless 
rhythms of your heartbeat, you are the darkness, 
you are the conjuring, the exotic fragrance of Visions, 
the flame will rise slowly but relentlessly, 
unendurable into rapture, the morning is lost forever, 
we will be as loving ash...