Spell

Upon slopes tones breathing fine
Seated among gentle greens
Folded to eyes as shut
Stars and planets bound trust
Here into darkness immaculate blend
Screams in furious echoes
And beats shine thorough
Ambience of unbroken crimson haze
Balancing figures as they surround
Fire somewhere
Dance then always lost in your gaze
Certain things rare turbulence shape
Holding light flutter to indigo sky
There from sudden butterfly
Severe scented perfume high
Forgotten then into an ace of dreams
Fifty five and twenty nine
Superior touch to seasons’ hold
All joys in lazy afternoons
Fading always deeper into background
Crazes that had once storms scold
What kind of cast this I carry
Come over again and set me free…

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Dense puzzles known someday
Have shadows on miles cast
Hold fast the body erect
Forward every time
And eyes anxious in gaze
To which sounds recall
Beasts and fairies of the forest
In whispers those caress
Our inevitable ponder might
Raindrops heavier must reach
Trenches in our dwelling
Where raw desires count
Days of unexpressed sighs
Beads those saline crystals
Pounding on matters as such
Slides mountains of trust
Much sought then shelter
Away in the woods we roll
To secure the night high
In wonders by the shy
But before a life animates
Bursts open in blue
In universal dazzle
Bodies surge to sky
Often quite then dissolve
As sleep into the night
Presence mine silent in trees
To witness now afresh
Tired ponders of the heart
Into brilliance fade away…

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Presence

presence

Quieter nights with apparel ranged
Hidden behind illness of change
A season gained in loss of heart
Hollow each and limited art
Where blood screams of cold
By the river on moonlit side
Misfortune our intimate
Cursed before in selfish rage
And later brotherly gaze
Conversed breathing pictures
Forgotten in several time
And selves never cast
Enough then perhaps better
Open skies endless here
More than that was assumed
Before disease shielded escaped
Leaving behind just the page
In blank visions to stare
All that falls shall be true
Hence to own shadows in lights
Designs and rich prophecies
Rising cornered each too high
Borders to cages all comply
Meek tonight the beast in shackles
Yet hopeful ears and eyes assemble
Collected whether walk or still
Always outsides that thrill
Certain then instincts praise
Moments as happen in days
A play in melody you seem
Mine to which notes bleed
Urging again to have shared
But your course granted dear
Step by step concealed in pace
Strategic beast to griffon form
His presence then upon a tree
Ancient wisdom green
To blue shrills upon those who tell
And darker than your gold
Trophies shining placed on hands
Proud then this figure you hold
And goddess some clever clothes
I grasp transparent
Could use this once more
For I often get tired of trees
Should find your gold to sit.

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