love and morning poems...

Morning Love song

I awoke this morning my love
With a song on my lips for you
And words that wished to dance
Like the earth which now is wreathed
In dew heavy morning mist
So my eyes, still dusted with sleep
Are but slowly waking
To the thrilled beat of my heart
And the cogs and gears of my mind
Turn slowly yearning to make pace
With my heart that so wishes
Words exist that could be crafted
To do justice to my love’s expression

But to think on you is to find
My fingers lifting from the keys
As my mind in moments
Has followed my heart, traversing
Sea and sand and mountainous land
Till it finds you snugly sleeping
I seek not to wake, but rather to take
A thousand memory photos
Snapshots of every smell and taste
Sight, sound and texture
That together dance the eternal creation
Of your peerless goddess form
And once the data card of my soul is filled
I wish nothing more than to curl myself
Deep into your endless warmth
And let myself be lulled by the lullaby
Of our hearts delighted play
Your breath my breath our breath
Your beat my beat our beat
Your dream my dream our dream

A freestyle to Love

Love let my words honour
Your moment’s motion
Steadfast in my certainty
And pure in devotion
Knowing that though my
Limits here and now exist
Surrendering to you
Cannot see them persist
For ever the fields of
My soul you plow
Thou the choicest lesson
Of my every slough
Thus love I beg that by
Goddess, Guru, word and tune
By God by tree, by ball, by rune
Thou will guide that which
Is me in you and you in me
To empower our moment
And keep setting souls free
For I wish to be nothing
Save thy moment’s’ truth
With each beat of my heart
Expressing love’s proof

Another fog poem…

I awake and the world is cloaked
In a thick fog of love
Perhaps love wishes me
To walk quietly into this blanket
And, hidden from sight
Bare my soul to love
That she may cleanse
All that serves her not
And purify me to my core
That I may radiate in her service
A beacon through the fogs of inhumanity
One love ever shining

The emergent morning…

I sit watching the morning’s emergence
Across the fog-sodden fields
I know its opacity will soon burn away
With the build of the sun’s heat
But at present the air’s pallor has a deathly glow
As though damp cotton had alloyed itself
With choking thick smoke
Resulting in a moisture laden napalm of grey
That cloaks everything in sight
As I drink in the beauty of it all
And await the morning’s emergence

A morning to remember, remember…

The napalm fog seems especially thick
It burns up sight of everything into one
All consuming greyness

But I am reminded that even in the greyness
There live trees, fields and people
All beginning their daily tasks

So perhaps this greyness exists
As love’s living lesson of the void
Dark and light as one…waking up to love