Feeding on poets words
the sun sets in your eyes
binds you to moments
ripe and lush glittering
just within reach of…
heartbeats dipped
into poetic ink
flowing rose bloom rusty..
red wellsprung red
past imagination’s core
where angels live.. and
fairytales grow..in a garden
fair..with fantasy..and
the burning bush of love....
Clandestine they sup
from the lifeblood of each other
behind the veil of words
….their arrows drawn….
with smiles delivered
born deep into the well of heart
where tears of life
form Poems ..from fantasies
there they seek and find
……the heartache sitting……..
in the orchard of possible scenarios
..... contemplating.......
a getaway from the puppeteer
a way to cut the strings
without the knell of death ringing
in the ears of a lost conscience….
at the last supper of their love.
Crackled thoughts heated
by the fire of a lost dream
burn a dulling membraned ache
into the daily grind
where a chill of heart falls
between cracks dark with thunder
rolling to the beat of unsettled longing
the blood still calling upon
memories left unfinished
in the might have been
of last summer’s fairytale
In the lakes of your eyes
I get lost
I dive into
swim to the shore
of love divine..
deep like the depth
... of universes full of life,
I sink and drown
in mysteries revealed..
feeling poetry come
to my rescue…my breath..
recovers at the glimmer
of Love...in the lakes of your eyes.
In the light of their melancholy
stars of devotion heave
a curse of longing
while he suckles
the dew of forgetting
from the dish of domestic need …..
and her silent cries echo
in the chambers of his jailed heart
Ramblings and Paintings of a Mystic wanderer.
