Your Heart....Poetic

"When you see the Southern Cross for the first time..."

What if you wrote a sonnet
and no one read it?
No one knew your heart
poetic
No one came to understand
the power and grace which flows
from your hands
No one fell in love while the words
tumbled from their tongues
to the ear of the one they crave
The one to whom their heart they
gave

What if the light of  the stars
was just a bit too far
away to illuminate the midnight?
Hanging o'er us, Earth's slumbered
delight
Would not the beauty of those stars
still exist?
Even if a human eye
knew them not
Down here...as grounded
astronauts

A star is a star in all its magnificence
Reflected in another's luminance
Be it witnessed 
or...only known in
tales of faeries
What is true, to the heart
shall be carried

No one reads your words written
you proclaim?
Are you no one, is a star nothing
You are a star
The star, your words
We are all parts of the story, the tale
Who you are shall always prevail

Don't see it there?
Make it known
Or allow obscurity
Why always in such a hurry
by all to be understood?
Those who are meant to know
will know you
In the ways they honor and show you
that you are indeed....
seen

Heat of the Heavens

Handful of stars
In their fall this time
I risked and reached out
I caught them
in their deep descent
to the ground I knew before
on my knees
Yet, I stood this time
and in my rising, I touched
those stars that once
lit my night

The brilliance of the light once
far off
Warms my lonely grasp, so cold
Melts the memories
Cauterizes the wound where
love, left hanging on the
cross,
left me with the
taste
of your rusted spike
A scar I shall wear for life
Where did our fallen love
leave its
mark on you ?

Holding stars in my quivering hand
Scar has become flesh knitted together
Skin will once again cover
the hole you bestowed
when you shot across the sky
As a hot white wonder filled super
nova of neurosis
Burned out before you ever reached
your destination
A stone in space, caught in orbit around
my planet heart
I wish you to know again the
heat of the heavens
I hold in my hand...healing

Tonight, I throw my stars above my
head
They will live above my bed
Adorning my ceiling
Warming my soul.....
cold
Watching o'er me
Shining in the dark so that
I will find my way
I know they will burn out as well
one day
The day I allow myself to be
loved
As simply and easily as the promise
of  the star's love stories 
told from above
Love organic and born of grace's
sweet calm
No more need to take the spike
to my
open palm

No more need to die upon the cross
This third time I will rise
and my once stinging eyes
Will be filled with the peace of joy
My tears..... white 
as the light
of the love storied stars
Will wash me clean
and
kiss away my scars

Illuminated...for my farmily (intended typo)

We in the road

Illuminated in the love

of our farmily

Lying on the deep

black of the

black top traveled

by farm boys

and farm wives

Alive on our farm

under the

stars

Illuminated

Our love and respect

as vast

as the countless crystal

points of peace

hanging in the deep black

of the night.......

ours

Illuminated

Grateful for the gift

Humbled by the hands

in our own

Held and caressed

under the stars, over the

moon

In love on the farm

on a starry night

 

Lying in the road holding

hands

Melding our hearts

and our parts

of plans

Illuminated

For A While

I called you from some distant place
My past, my future
I think you called me too
I heard you
and along the way
I met you

my co-star for a while

Taking on our roles
rehearsing...learning the lines
Hitting the stage
and taking our bows
as co-stars

Until the road called

And suddenly we are off again
new lines, new scripts
new stages
new stars, new paths
stars alone, made better

by co-starring for a while

Take your bow
as I take mine....
in towns and cities
separate
accolades and reviews
in all the rags

A while is long enough
if we let it be
It is what we were gifted
and it is what
releases us now

On the world stage we stay
connected
while honing our craft
in towns and cities
separate

We were co-stars
We let it be enough
until we are called from our distance places once more
and again...perhaps... there will be no distance

for a while

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Maps In The Sky

Maps in the sky
Galileo points upward
See the way we must go?
Up, we must go up

Up off of the ground
Up into our selves
Up to our goals
Up to the task we are

Maps in the sky
Are for all
We all are guided in the night
of our souls

The night when we hold on
The night we navigate
together
In the dark, we see the truth

The maps of the sky
show themselves in the darkness
Navigate the dark with me
Our mission lit by stars

Read with me the maps of the sky

We

We see the same stars from different ground
     gaze lifted

                              We feel the same things in a different mind and body
                                    emotions evoked

We reflect on the same time gone by...... differently
hearts beating

                        We sleep in different beds dreaming the same dream
                                                  midnight meetings

We hear the same owl in a different tree
message received

                                        We say the same thing on different phones
                                                                           I love you

We........

 

A Joy in Progress, part duex

Marena, well rested and blissful, rose from the billowy, encompassing bed, stretching her long arms into the air…….moving into a graceful, gliding pirouette across the floor as her heart awoke as well. She had spent a night in his arms, finally. He was off now fetching fresh bakery and hot, dark coffee for their breakfast.  He was a splendid man, a gentle caring man, a friend already and a lover of song, the road and the sky. A smile lived on her lips now as she summoned the memory of their union last night.

He had taken his time; he knew he was burning memories into his brain, as their time standing in the same space will be limited. He touched her softly, as if she were a china doll, fragile and delicate, needing to be handled with great care. As their dance of love deepened, as their passion soared, his touch became more direct; searching her, every inch of her inside and out…speaking soft words as his intention became harder. The perfect pace and the perfect moment beautifully repeated until they lay spent in the arms of each other…….both becoming more alive for the experience.

She allowed herself to be fully free, expressing every desire and offering herself to his desires. It was all they needed, wanted and hoped for, hope re-awakened in the dimly lit, candle filled room that had become the birth place of their melded hearts.

Brought back to the present moment by the sound of the door opening , the aromas of steeped, deep, dark coffee, French pastries, and him filling her senses…. she grinned seductively as he approached her and  kissed the top of her head. “Good morning, m’lady”. “Welcome back to me, kind sir”  she whispered, as they melted into a long, grateful kiss…..

to be continued.....