Thursday, August 20, 2015

Waves

We feel for love, spinning through waves, engraved deeply.
We fly to freedom, alert to rain, crawling through sewers.
I love You more, for hearts to soar, to puncture war.
There’s ever grief, to couple ecstasy, sorely enchanted; for
what to give, both wound and weal, pierced through time?
I ask, torn for faceless, to touch for gift-ness, plunging
riddles. Have we fallen, needled souls, to fill a scar? I love
You more, to freely float, to escape a body. We drift, to
waft, flitting through space. I return, filled with energy,
to fold a day. More for waves, to channel lights, to hear a
kiss. Such is silence, to echo loudly, to shift for pieces. It’s
a miracle—of mystic madness, marching through marsh.
Was it Us, to rise for born, a wealth of chills. I blink,
dearly amazed, from death to dirge. There’s a life, flickering
at a distance, calling for faith. I embark, trekking a forest,
to water for roots. You glisten, in brilliant light, sending
seraphims. I pause, to thirst for coals, drawn to rivers. Life
is Love this way, a seeming abyss, flipping through trials.     

Such is energy, even spirit, floating through waves. We
bond, to form a station, even a theory. We’re more for
Love, to struggle a maze, braiding red yarn. It’s sudden
a gem, striking through life, to become That. I feel it
wise, to climb for stairs, a ladder in a breeze. We dance
for gray, draped in white, a river of flawed diamonds.
I’m less to speak, for more to write, structuring for meter.
It’s all for waves, a fleet of caves, streaming through
space. How to fly, from cloud to sky, to reason for why?
I ask, somewhat bias, a son of man; for souls are worn,
born to light, stressing for culture. We feel it more, from
birth to age, torn asunder. I hear it move, a subtle
crackle, flooded with vibration. Where was I, a sullen
cry, pierced with Love? Such is gray, a skeptic color,
asearch for concrete; but live it—for sculpture, ever to
breathe. We die it more, for strength of life, private in
prayer. It’s more for waves, gripped in passion, laughing
through tears.   

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