On this night of 7's

Vega star weaver fairy
sitting on a celestial prairie
bank of a milky white river
hairpin scratched by the Empress Creator

Magpie bridge a stairway to heaven
all the sad children's rhymes
collect into steps up the milky way
reunite a lost cowherd and his children
to their mother weaving tears that drop into infant galaxies
until the number seven of the seventh night
once a year perfection
Late summer Altair shines bright

After everything does he regret taking his ox's suggestion?

Reflections on light

You were just a sunshine fantasy
A bright light summer crowned joy boy
Wreathed in morning
Towering over everyone like Gilgamesh
We all waited to be called on of your quests

After months of your season, the clouds are moving in
I knew we could never be
that everything is temporary
you were not for me
still so sad you're leaving

You've been like a familiar tree
Ive passed by daily
no more fragrant shade to refresh me
no sound of dancing breezes in your softness

You cannot promise anything
You are free
You are like light I cannot catch
just reflect

How will I burn bright w/o you?
How can I be the moon w/o you?

Dazzle you back to youth

Come upon me like a fever burning
stranded on a lonely island called abstinence
call it spirituality or circumstance
or the missed chance, your failure to follow through

All the champions have stopped seeking
stopped wondering about the whispers
stuck inside the motor cranking
outdated`machine that kills the passing on of myths
The children wait to be born
too young enjoy what is in their laps
Settling for availabile medocrity ages the flesh
I don't settle at all, I am forever this age

I feel you walk in the room like a warm, underwater current
I'm supra-human quicksilver
I could fly through the roof
The proof is chiseled on erotic temple base relief walls
you and I sculptured instinct instructing the mortals

Though I am aloof, yet available
I reign in my energy, bubbling over intensity
You sense what could be if you were free enough to brave
starting all over again

If you were mine
I'd have the freedom to be bold
I'd dazzle you back to youth

Sweet tea w/ a hero

Why your hesitation?
I'll not chase you
If you're waiting on me for a clue
Keep guessing
or just do something
anything to see my reaction
The unknown is a kind of satisfaction
But what I am sure of is
I'll not pursue you
I won't rob you of the experience
to discover uncharted territory
of off the map paradise
Of being the hero of a quest long departed
Of taking the chance to love first

I'm a desert caravan accustomed to wilderness wanderings
The star gazing navigation and burning bushes
push me onto dunes rolling out forever
I can outlast you, thirsty as I am
I can hunt but I've laid down all weapons
I can fight, but there is no war noble for bloodshed
I can wait until the next oasis

There is a biblical spring bubbling
somewhere on a forgotten holy mountain
Meet me there
and together we drink strong sweet tea w/ a sprig of sage
and offer sacrifices of atonement

Rainy Typhoon Saturday

What would I do if I were stuck inside my apartment w/you?
on this rainy typhoon Saturday
no where to go and all day long to lay
around while the children sleep and animals hide
The rain so loud drowning out the neighbors voices
Drowning out choices of going outside
and being busy
Stuck inside and not confined
Its rather free just to be
safe and dry out of the storm
lazing about dreaming sensual soliloquies
Feeling the roar the roar and continual thunder gush
waterfall, like the end of the world crashing
all around and chaotic

Its the end of history and we should be together
I long to hear your mysterious thoughts
of our first conversation and brave eye glances
near touches, body brushes naked hushes of agreement

You're stuck inside somewhere now too
No sane person would travel in this flood
its a kind of gift

If hearth and home, some ark safe and warm
all alone doesn't put thoughts of me
in your head
in your bed
then I must be drowning