"once in a great while" may, 2005   once in a great while the clouds split  wide open  allowing the sun to shine through the haze disappears from the horizon the rain is held tightly in the moisture fields high above even where eagles dare to fly a mellow golden cream sun warms the souls of those who wait just to have known...just to have witnessed and laughed...shared..talked...listened it seemed as though the moon smiled as the gestures of friendship started to build what a beautiful magnificent feeling to have.. "once in a great while"

 


"layers from many thoughts" 2005-2006
 
"hearts get broken, so do; eggs, dreams, bones and dishes".  
i have walked with you in the silent coal black night, 
and flew where eagles dare to touch the very soul of you, i have; 
and yet to touch like that again, i would give anything, 
and higher i would fly as never before, i sincerely would.
magnificent places i took you in the pyramids of my dreams, 
if ever i were of you the mountains of my dreams you would be,
passions of my heart/soul half bathed in tears, once dressed in smiles;
the fountain by my side, the blood of my body drips moist; 
from after the rainbow haze.
in a world of shadows, i lay with you in a bed of dreams;
smothered clouds with all the intoxication of you,i most certainly am.
sun light about the garden of paradise i entered, 
and lay about you in a land of dreams; and entered again i did,
caressed in the all of you.
frozen landscapes in a snow dazed memory surrounded in silence, 
i was, and again taken by the rain and thunder of you i was..i am

a smile at daybreak came upon my face, your lips touched mine and we did embrace, 
a lit room no gloom and love made its way caresses  sweet the smell of you upon where we lay,
and the beginning it was a new day, most of the past took another course 
as we held each other stronger beyond all remorse, it was warmer than warm; 
your moon was my sun, i lay with you silently as if the whole world just begun, 
touches gentle smooth bodies tangled from ooze to ooze, kissing the depths of you and you of me, 
we slipped away this beginning of a new day; my love tender be all that you are and stay...
if ever i were of you the mountains of my dreams you would be...even in the shadows of it..i still did,
once again the light generates a new hue;day break has begun unfolding, 
away the coal black night, filtering shadows vast, illuminating the all of them, it was the filtering, 
cultivating;the imperfection of my innocence that surrender-yielded-spawned.. .
allowing me; to see; once more; again


 

"there are times more than not"--"innocence" nov. 20, 2005   there are times more than not you cross the fathoms of my mind when you are cold, when you are tired and when you speak to me in that quiet soft voice when in your bed of dreams when we say good night when you smile as you laugh  as we joke and play it is of your innocence that i have caressed and touched deep from with in and about you there is no evil in your body for you are gentle and soft for that is your way---now and for that more than not you bring me peace even when i am not there

"it is of a time"  2005--2006   it is of a time, a place ,a moment  in space in the universe that we now cross paths,  and strangers we are to one another and yet  we have met in our dreams, desires, passions  and now come to this place..a place of where,  of how and now why.  one wants to breathe ,hold the windows wide open  and feel the moist grass beneath ones feet.. to hold, caress, adore, kiss, touch, emote, dream,  feel the eyes of the souls touch deep  from the fathomless desiring self... and be the all of the all to every part of our beings... and yes strangers we are to one another  and embrace that fact that we are virgins... and new and unspoiled unto one another.. and yes..the beating of , from with in goes on ; in the hope that romanticism does and always  will exist...at least somewhere in this world  that is most definitely  pregnant in mediocrity.

 

it is quiet in my studio/house tonight today I lost "my best girl" it is so very quiet in my house tonight for we wrestled, barked at each other ate together, you witnessed all my emotions and secrets and now again it is so very deafeningly quiet in this studio/house of mine my friend, my protector, my magnificent beautiful fuzzy ball of joy and now I say good night and be on your way my lady-bug dog...for you made my life rich and full of grace and now again---it is so quiet in my (our) studio/house tonight how could I ever forget you my "lady-bug" dog.... full of joy in memory----1998---2009---june, 12, 2009---3:35pm