Creative drive is strong

Creative drive is strong. Like a dragon puffing snarls to the tune of its beating drum. Thumping deep against the ribs of your chest. Each puff’s hot stream, like the beauty of the engine steam. Those deep yellow eyes curling as the side-maze shift, like arrows through your mind. Pinning you to time. Flattening you…

In rainy June.

Like a light thrust to the moon. Messa calls, walls rise and slowly gather. Into the warm waters around the heart. Howling the husky chow tune, in rainy June. To dreams of tiny pitter patter. Crying – tears – laughter. Embracing their worlds. Oh so full, their young voices would gather. Before your present mind….

The candle lighter

Electrical spark along beams of steel Turned and reformed The wheels keep on turning Churning our hearts, our minds Testing faith Patience in presence of forms in flesh Bodies defined, reduced, explored Heart open wide Waiting, calling to hear its home From a far, the one who burns The candle lighter With her thin fingers…

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from tropical shores floats my thoughts to you…

a handful of coral sand ruffles in your hands’ warm clasp,the rolling sound of waves spins air in gentle folds along your cheek,the soft caress of layered pristine sands press gently beneath your feet,plummets of fog lazily slipping between jets of deep green,a spray of blues so vividly and widely colored your language inadequately names…