I sit here
still
and am satisfied by the thought of you
and how it washes over me
warmly
and slowly.
open your mouth and love me
taste the salt we make between us
i feel the curl your hair on my lips
and i long to linger
there
once again you happen to glance my way and catch me
gazing at you
by now you know that my dreamy-eyed look is not me seeing a made up you
no
its me marveling at the fact that you are the same
dreaming and waking
and how blessed i am to know you
my breath breathes warm for spring
so i do peek under crusts of snow to rich dark earth
awaiting fragrant connections
to sow
I see you and am a wet-palmed boy
suddenly struck silent and awed
dabbing my palms before we dance.
here i behold serendipity
written in words shared before they are known
we are not strangers no
the stars say as much
written in their glittering runes are our words
both spoken and yet undreamed
so close to you that my soul rises
filling me with nervous dreams
standing there in the crisp night
wondering if you would see through the offer of a warming arm around you as my inmost yearning to touch
offerring my fingers if not my lips and letting them dance across your palm tracing the...
To the tune of Simple Gifts & Lord of the Dance
In the passing of the day, and the death of the sun, I plant a seed in the rhythm of the drum. And I have you all in a circle you see, To spark your sprit through the dance with me.
[Chorus] Dance! Drum! wherever you may be! Feed your heart thr...
all life together lives, and all are connectedbeyond the self, we share a soul
in that oneness, we know bliss
in that bliss, we look upon the mirror of the heavens, and we open to the truth
within us all, is the face of the divine, and the soul of creation.
reflected in your eyes streetlamps are stars
they move my heart and urge me to hold you
closer
longing to smell the vanilla of your skin dreaming your perfume
searching through my clothes and sheets for traces of you
now long gone
i look out onto an empty room and i feel the echo of my aloneness
i tire of filling the space with disembodied words from recordings or radio
as the winter sets in i pull back like sap deep into a tree
wanting to be missed
i hope another will come bearing the warmth of a thaw
i miss her
she has been so soft and full recently
waiting
in the cold crisp sky
a silent sky fills my ears in the glow of my watery stara silent sky feeds my soul warm and full and safe
like oatmeal on a winter morning
