Sometimes my dreams are connected by rainbows,
And there are days that have been held together with songs.
The mornings are washed with the magic dew of night and flavored with the pink light of dawn
This nourishes me and fills me with a delicious vision of you.
The bright star of the day warms the folds of my thoughts
and nurtures a precious growth in my soul
And there are the evenings,
These are cool with the breeze of your love
As it whirls my heart to dance into the darkness.
The dark night holds me fast, as once again
I wait with baited breath for a touch
Only the largeness of our spirit recognizes..
A love that knows no such bounds.
The mystery of our illusions illuminated by this Love
Unfolds the reality of our divinity
The beautifully decorated colourful linens
Woven with the colour filled Philosophies of Love
Our new Garments fashioned with wonder and light
Fastened by seven coloured cords
Clasped fast…. forevermore
The Night sun recorded it
He Scribed every bit of this
Collected all the potentials
and the Baskets of beautiful words
recorded In this legendary Calligraphic ‘Book of Bliss’
All the sounds of love that I heard.
Seven Chapters in total, some gauged anecdotal
An Oracular Venusian Mystery
A blessing of Unlimited fecundity ….
Swished around, washed down
Drenched by the open Cellars of Heaven.
Our bodies pressed together unleavened
Laid out in a magic field of Seven
No quarter given …Cosmically drawn up
by the powerful end-zone of Alcyone
Our Eros is detailed and ready to go
Programed post slammers
Always ready to run a re-run of Earths Greatest Show
You and I will always know, that we know, that we know.
This world spins on neigh what thou dost ..
but whom thou dost knowest ..
Yes its gotten down to the lowest.
Eventually we are consumed by the lust of Earth
and the Love that knows no Bounds
and return to her belly fully crowned….
as specks of star dust n dirt formerly renowned.