Thursday, July 24, 2014

It is a familiar sound
a welcomed rap at the door
an angelic repeat, a spirit replay
how many of there are you 
that traveled such distances from far off galaxies
to meet in divine avenues
transversing an illustrious mystery
this rock we are on full of rich particles and giant windows
for peering and seeking
a bio feedback of fate and destiny
that knocks and knocks and knocks
silent prayers and holy incantations
to all familial gold water cells
let me in

Sunday, July 20, 2014

long ago near an abandoned quarry
we swam in a rapturous floating garden
with frail force and the energy of dainty oceanic winds
stalking invisible nothings like a topical bruise cream
you crept along basking in a buttery sunlight
a kind prayer casts moss green symphonies
conjuring medicinal dreams
and tuning frequencies to the abiding sounds of nature
rendered and whirling
a cosmic torque somehow 
happened there