Softly Star (day 2942)

I awoke into a starry night
And asked the voices singing me
Hold my hand, I am softly sentient
Delicate in harmony,
Floating on a midnight mist.
Open me to solve this mystery
So longing at my tender chest,
Your touch here upon my heart
Flutters for me so peacefully.
Then, just as gently as they came
Voices sang me right to sleep
And in my dreams I found them there
Lightly dancing in the air.

Golden (day 2912)

She was everything I had opened
Expecting and recovering
Wild flowers and green seaside
High above I saw her eyes
And the jungle began to swim
Swinging here in a garden night
Low light and pleasant song
Innermost said me to me
Lucky man, lucky day
Lucky sun came up for me
So there I was, it was a dream
Singing with my heart again
Raindrops heard away, outside
Golden in her hair.

Overseeing (day 2908)

What laid me here atop this mountain so
: A collection of thoughts
Reared of only my dreams.

What beauty drove me to season’s edge
: Climbed ever higher
To divine what I knew cried.

What left me open
: Observing, witnessing, counting
Driving my layers of skepticism.

Why did I not hold my here heart
Though I knew it was you
Who held such precious space
For there it was
Forgotten with the dust settled in the corner
Yet overseeing neither bond nor collection.

Backwards Memory (day 2872)

I awoke into a dream
That had me backwards memory
Two and two made half is 1
Double meant I’d run
Crossed my fingers
And crossed the bridge
Danced a jig to celebrate
With a bear who spoke my name
While two wise men
Who carried a bag
Came up to me to say
“God, young son,
Will find your way
If you close your eyes and stay.”
So off I went
In the heart of lent
Dancing bear no more
A river bent
My onward path
So I swam into the middle
Where I found my enemy
A rock, so heavy
Floated off the levy
And made it home in time
To dine.

For Certain (day 2867)

I dream of your smell
Though it has been too long
To know for certain I still know
And your long hair
As it feels in my hand
Knowing you’re submitted
Caressing and enjoying;
Your murmur soothing us both.
I can feel a part of me
Waiting inside of you
Not knowing fully
As I know myself fully
Though I enjoy the route
We take to get there,
Your eyes looking back at me
Will know my heart’s beat
As it beats now for you.

Handwritten (day 2838)

I want to lay away your story
Into my eloquent pages so designed.
For I am in no time missing
Each sentence you’ve so led amiss,
No grammatical trickery
To bequeath this budding rose
– Thorny and apical –
In transcendence I have only dreamed.
There, so I shall then pass
And accompany you upon this waltz
Through tapestry written
Upon each lazy leaflet
Dangling it’s feelings
Upon these even walking grounds
Handwritten for our love.