From Anastasia to Home

Ocean midst drips on everything,
to old growth oaks, to stubby pines,
bay laurel and tree ferns, all weighed down and ready to perk back up;
It's not much different than our second trip to Maine and our departing day from the stormy Cape:
All things can glisten with new dimensional perspective,
reflect old points of happiness and then trail off in different ways.

With a lonely Floridian cold,
each turn hangs with little spanish moss,
hangs like neverending waves,
rolling white sand dunes and sparsely scattered beach grass swaying with the wind:
In whatever distance we create,
there remains our lifelines,
our escapes inside each other,
our fordged renewal and compromise -
An unrelenting balance of universal tow, speed-up and slow-down;

Here, from tinges of sadness, to footsteps facing conflicting directions,
from scattered sea shells and waves of reflection,
from Anastasia to home,
There's still a huge a part of you that will always be with me.

The Way Home

There's a warmth in this cold,
anticipation ringing clear,
our future glistening on tips of melting buds:
a rustling urgency,
a fanning love;
and beneath it all there's you:
your heart wildly beating in candace with mine,
drumming the vibrations of all I see,
driving the motions for all I do:
Nothing ever been this clear before,
so ripe ready and restless:
We're bursting with the linear nature of time;
It's not long until you'll be infinitely mine.

Now is Soon Now

The cold wind howls:
Eventually I'll take you with me -
not part by part,
but completely.The dry air slowly creeping:
My heart is dying to sweep you away -
not into my life,
but into the openness of love.It's the sounds of dissolution:
It's not you or me:
patience is embracing trustful freedom -
the lion and the Tigress becoming one.Where the shadows once lurked there's a bright Sun:
You're my home,
the other half of my soul;
we've been dancing all along,
hearts intertwined with un-abandoned love.and where the moon used to hide there's an un-clouding sky:
Finally come home:
It's not really two worlds but one;
you're already here
together we'll just fall,
purely open,
definitely certain of this journey,
purely perfected in our love.

As Cosmic Passion Unfolds

I'll lead our ship across vast cosmos of unknown
you, my tigress, supporting me
your tigress-ness desirously clinging to my Viking-ry:
A certitude to enter godly domains
strength to conquer, to merge two burning flames,
new destinies unfolding as we pass over dreamy ecstatic waves,
Able to traverse anything with our passionatetly inspiring embrace

To the Super Moon (surrendering to new beginnings)

Through empty space it passes,
trees starkly naked in it's eternal majesty;
it's reflected light from another time,
new beginnings burning ancient wisdom,
hardened memories reaching out to departing clouds;
I'm suddenly grounded in this place of silently sad music,
a calm, poised energy settling in
as I surrender to the greatness of all that is.

Open longings

let's tighten the space in openness
like rays of sun
let future become present
like melting drops of ice
transform past into fluid new
like these burning colors
these dancing leaves
like a heart wildly calm
burning furiously for home
let's come home again to solid love

Heart vs. Intuition

There's illusion in all we do
unintended expectations
a biting pretext of a future trying to be more clear:
I can not see you there,
and that's okay;
abstracted notions of love are something we'll keep leaving behind
and the more unclear it becomes,
the more we embrace a predetermined context that will hold us dearly close -
two slices of eternity merging at the crossroads of infinite love;
And we're getting closer to that point,
a point that carries on
a point that births the rest of time
And I'll let you go
Over and over until
we're finally at that point of truly unconditioned love

I'm uprooting you from my mind,
all those mistaken connections found in your arms
all those frenzied romantic moments dulled by the wayside
the magic of a transcended intimacy
a chemical sensation of timeless love
a kind of trap
a kind of blind
to empty holes and guarded lies
and some of the roots go so deep,
I'm still yanking at the mistaken notions,
distilling nostal…