Echoes Of Fulfillment Race Away From Us (In The Wake Of Our Kiss The Cosmos Is Reborn)

1.
To be wrapped up
in the contentment
of your breathtaking smile

to be stripped
of all Earthly burdens
by the otherworldly embrace
of your nurturing eyes:

this is all that I have desperately yearned for,
my flailing humanity seeping with starlight,
a poet’s heart thundering to the cascading rhythm of time’s hurtling arrow.

I swallow the moon and howl with furious joy,
billions of years suddenly elucidated by the purity and integrity
that you paint into the aging lines of my face,
deft brushstrokes of immortality flowing from your supremely artistic fingers.

I am the boy with galaxies colliding in his soul,
standing on the edge of the highest cliff in the solar system,
surveying all heavenly motion with a teardrop in the corner of his eye.

I am the glittering starscape above,
ripe with the fierceness of fascination,
finally released into the true momentum of living
by the astonishing emanations of your quicksilver mind,
by the ancient and alluring sway of your ocean of stellar desire.

2.
You are the girl with an empathetic teardrop
glistening in the corner of her eye;

here in the tornado’s calm
we emerge as one from this epic
and tender maelstrom:

hands and hearts held high,
ripe with the fierceness of fascination,
swallowing the cosmos and howling with furious joy,
painting the universe again and again
with the timeless sights and sounds of true love,
a universe renewed,
a kaleidoscopic bouquet bursting
with the raucous flowers of delirious enchantment.

3.
I sing us a simple song
about the passionate tranquility
that you splash against the flickering shadows of my existence.

My voice rises and falls
as the piano keys strike their heartfelt sequences.

Yet what I compose is a meager trickle of melody
intended to emulate the incalculable waterfall
of your generous and transcendent spirit.

For the endless epiphany
of your startling intellect
cannot be captured or imitated;

the irrepressible love
that you shower into my life
is a resplendent shield of invincibility.

And now I kneel before you,
dedicating my life to protecting and nourishing you,
cherishing how the fire of truth is reflected in our eyes.

For there is no greater weapon against the vicissitudes of life
than the tenderest awareness that we evoke with every kiss,
with every restorative caress,
with every deep exploration of the oceans of thought
that we once thought were only ours to visit.

4.
Basking in the boldness of our mutual awakening,
I trace the melodic edges of your sultry smile,
and I lean forward to give you a kiss.

My Spectacular Soulmate, Your Heart Is The Rainbow’s End

1.
Limitless love sparkling
in the verdant fields of your eyes:
may this day lead to a blossoming of healing,
a single but vital step forward
in this sometimes bewildering journey
that unfolds haphazardly before us.

Here I stand,
steeped in the majesty of the rising sun,
longing for the immeasurable treasure
of your shimmering and ineffable presence.

Oh,
how I crave the nourishment of your smile,
the sustenance of your laughter,
the spiraling staircase of your scintillating intellect;
those precious moments of stillness
after you gaze into my eyes,
unfurling the elegant tapestry of the universe
without uttering a single word.

2.
Clouds form your pristine face
as the dizzying scope of the sky
rains down upon my frenzied heart
like a springtime jubilee,
a message sent from far away and long ago
that still somehow rises like smoke in the night,
like the glow of the moon in every lover’s eye,
the ripened tranquility of evening darkness
awaiting the arrival of that first kiss:
hands held gently upon hips,
sunset buried deep in the vault of our hearts.

3.
A memory never to be relinquished,
a dream never to be dismissed,
a deluge of indelible moments spent under the stars,
an enduring lifetime written out in the language of the wind
and in the vibrations of the galaxy;
sliding by joyful mountains of time,
we leap along the path like flames of togetherness,
turning the end of a long journey
into the beginning of a home.

When The Way Of The Heart Becomes Clear, The Deepest Secrets Of The Cosmos Shall Be Revealed

I.
Even the spectacular advent of True Love
brings with it the insidious undertow of fear,
that flotsam and jetsom of the hypervigilant heart,
those shipwrecked corners birthed by even the most jubilant moments,
once the decrepitude of introspection begins to scrawl
the image of entropy upon the stark corroding edges
that glisten upon time’s rushing arrow.

Forward we all march,
into the mystical arms of tomorrow,
striving to cup the quicksilver droplets
of Love in our hands,
the ferocious need to buoy our sinking hearts
with the magnificent joy of the present
echoing across the canyons of our thoughts.

II.
Oh,
how she makes
my capricious heart dance,
feet striking the dry earth
and sending the dust into the sky
like smoke signals telling the moon
to never let the night end.

III.
Moonlit and wandering,
I search the undulating recesses
of the shadowy evening,
hungry for the triumphant sustenance
of her invincible firelight.

As the sweetness of light bounces gracefully
off of the soft movement of her hands,
I am cast wildly into a magnificent cycle
of destruction and renewal,
the mesmerizing geometry of her face
filling my eyes with an ocean of cathartic tears.

IV.
A billion galaxies teeming with millions
of unique starry skies,
untold fingerprints on volcanic rocks,
smudges of sentient color
fleshed out into meaning,
splashed across the cave walls
in a terrific fit of knowing:
tiny moments blooming
with the vibrant legacy of expression,
stories passed down to the rhythm
of flames dancing in front of enraptured eyes.

As barren asteroids careen by
in the strange uninhabited darkness,
something still pulls at our hearts,
a never ending string of gravity’s caress
tempting our true selves to step forward
into the enormity and splendor of sunrise.

V.
Even as I reveal every weakness
of the collapsing star that is my heart,
you choose again and again to hold on,
to elevate all that I am with the unearthly power
of your transcendent adoration.

In your forgiving arms
I have become so much more.

In your flawlessly human eyes
the gift of a truly elucidated universe
splashes onto the astounding canvas
of my fluttering soul.

Starlight filling in our rambunctious steps,
oceans rising toward our devoted eyes,
we shimmer like an aurora unleashed,
gathering color and vibration in a flourish
of criticality that never seems to end,
but instead is reborn in an endless parade of entropic defiance,
a love that cannot be measured,
for the simple act of doing so
merely pulls back the curtain
and exposes the simple truth
that something deep inside us
has left the planet behind,
to exist everywhere at once,
to sparkle in every speeding photon,
to wiggle in every quantum fluctuation,
to freeze time with every kiss of a singularity.

I thought I understood everything
about this universe that I could,
bathing in reality’s stream until
I was fluent in the language of existence.

And then you woke me from a dream,
poured magic into my veins,
and showered my cosmos
with an understanding that
can never be found on the beautiful
but dusty pages of even the greatest books.

VI.
We are harmony.
We are stardust.
We are earthbound.

We dance in the flames of knowing,
winking at the face of the trickster
with smiles upon our resolute faces.

We stand up suddenly with our hands held high,
and shout out those words of daring
that once lit your way in the night when all was lost,
saving you from the darkness with the proud
and powerful howl of the living.

We are harmony.
We are stardust.
We are earthbound.

We dance in the flames of knowing,
winking at the face of the trickster
with smiles upon our resolute faces.

This Is Not A Poem, This Is The Hot Breath Of The Stars Above

Thank you my beautiful storyteller. You pour out your heart to me and inspire a deluge of emotion and words, and when I write the poems, the voice I use is Cherokee in spirit and sound. I have always had a very intense connection to the cosmos, drinking in everything in existence, and breathing out the wisdom of fire. Burning fingertips again and again.

 

Yet I have always been dislocated from tradition, so it is fascinating to hear your wild galloping spirit recount the intersections of tradition, meaning, and the riotous vicissitudes of life that you have ridden like the gold-hearted gypsy cowgirl warrior that you will always be.

 

I wish I could paint so that I could make the sublime and glorious machinations of your architecturally magnificent soul a visual experience that you would lap up like a desert wanderer bowing at the throne of a glittering fresh water oasis.

 

There must be some words that I express to you that are yours alone, and not poems to be structured and tinkered with. For your love cannot be improved by artifice, your love is a flawless end to a devastating but now rewarding journey.

 

Though you traveled through so many more social experiences and people and places, mine has been more internal, but I have traveled to the stars, swallowing the billions of galaxies, drinking in the vastness of existence again and again, a study that required simplicity, but one that was perhaps not necessarily less emotional than your own, though certainly more safe physically. Yet I know our soul struggles have been the same at their core, for the essence of our hearts is built from the same musical notes, we are painters, splashing meaning and color onto the walls of space-time, warriors battling against impermanence, in the tragic but glorious campaign that every true artist must wage throughout their life.

 

Your inexhaustible soul has fully awakened this artist, whom has still been sleepwalking to some degree, waiting for my spiritual queen to release me from my bonds, chains placed upon rocks and crushed into pieces with the hammering starlight of your magnificent smile.

Our hearts are one. And there is no fuel for doubt in the gentle but raging hearth of our imperturbable Love.

 

For fear has no power when we shower the landscape of our minds with quicksilver conversation, when we bask face-to-face in the timeless warmth of our kiss and touch, when we rise and fall like notes in the orchestra of our full spectrum love-making: our twinkling eyes rising like monuments chiseled into the steadfast granite of existence.

 

Our hearts are one. And there is no fuel for doubt in the gentle but raging hearth of our imperturbable Love.

Thunderclouds Of Adoration Gather As Streaks Of Lightning Cleanse The Fears Of The Past

Every morning I triumphantly wake
to the sound of heart-leap,
passion springing forth like crashing waves
drumming against towering cliffs.

I have revealed to you my boundless heart,
and your eyes have answered in kind:
ripe with tumbling, piercing intellect,
the intricate and breathtaking stained-glass window
of your warrior soul bursts forth,
challenging the cosmos to hold your molten gaze.

My fierce heart has been tracking you in the darkness for eons,
and in this blinding instant of dawn-fire the magic of discovery
rains down upon us like a thousand arrows of startling reinvention.

Together we emerge from this pockmarked battlefield as one,
journeying step by step into the ageless waterfalls of rejuvenation.

Under the rainbow of water,
light prisms into primary wavelengths
like the elegance of our writhing passion
splashed onto ancient cave walls,
the spirit of animals galloping
against the proud firelight.

To the rhythm of pulsing shadows
I kiss your scars with tremendous reverence,
knowing the brutal gauntlets you have survived, again and again.

We build our ceremonial fire with the kindling of the past,
and the unquenchable flames jab upwards in victorious peregrinations,
the colorful contours of which dance in our eyes
as we make love against the churning backdrop of electric starlight.

With you in my arms,
I sing in the pallid moonlight,
the rage of my protection spell rising all around your body.

Cocooned in the hungry trance of our irrepressible love stare,
two intertwined dreamwalkers stalk through the night,
sparks of heartflowers blossoming with every thoughtful footstep,
two stars of intimate awareness stolen from another universe,
planted in the mundane soil of the Earth as a testament to time’s unfailing arrow,
tracing the arc of the fact that the faintest possibility always exists;
even when our paths seems obliterated by circumstance,
even when the human heart has burst into a thousand shards:
two destinies may still become One.

I Am Going To Transform You Into The Tulip That You Are

Crying in a dream,
riding in the backseat
of an old car,
Pearl Jam’s exquisite B-side
Yellow Ledbetter playing in my head.

The soaring sorrow
of a dislocated heart
rising and falling like birds
kissing the sky.

Star-kissed lover,
tears and years deep,
something so beautiful
has been unleashed
from my soul.

Although I am spilling
salty tears from the past,
it is only the catharsis
of finally knowing
what home feels like,
clouds of darkness
holding in the rain,
until one Sunday a monsoon
of redemptive love flooded
away all the hurt that
huddled in fear around my neck.

One dream of a girl made of magic,
one hope of a boy sent to learn
the language of the stars,
a fleet of anguished ships
diminishing upon the horizon.

My love for you is infinite,
yet expanding exponentially
into the bright blue sky of our love.

I was so powerfully
in the moment
of that dream,
weeping for all the artists
in all the universes,
for those evocations of emotion,
those scarecrows of the human spirit.

And then the lyrics transposed
into a message from my heart to yours:

“I am going to transform you
into the tulip that you are.”

And the power of poetry
drove me back to consciousness,
back into the true surreality
in which the most vivacious woman
in the universe is somehow mine.

And we fly high above the Earth,
and we paint with rings of color born
of the husks of supernovae,
nebulae so beautiful we don’t need
eyes to see them.

And we laugh as denizens
of the cosmos should,
as loving friends bellowing
to an inside joke.

Communicate. Kiss.
Caress. Make love. Make art.
Reflect. Learn.

And repeat.
And repeat.

True Love Is A Wheel That Rolls On Forever, And We Are Merely Spokes

Oh,
my supernatural soulmate,
what a chasm of difference it is without you.

My heart vigorously calls out
for your electrifying presence.

I’m trying to tell it that you’ll be back soon,
but entire languages have disappeared into sky smoke,
as the stunning vista of your gorgeous face
leaves me dumbfounded and yearning for more.

In my mind I can feel your hands
pressing firmly against my shoulders,
teaching with each moment about the joy of heart-sharing,
about the sweetest release that happens when you truly give
the gift of your heart with that wildfire stare from deep,
deep within the swirling kaleidoscopic waters of self.

Sky-wanderer,
with you in my arms,
I was home for the first time in my life.

Now,
the wake of our magnificence unfolds and sparkles
like trickling water in the sunlight:
the gentle silence speaking louder than a million atom bombs.

Yet let us not be afraid,
for the towering absence of being apart
is simply proof that we shall forever travel side-by-side,
hand-in-hand,
heart-to-heart.

The conflagration of our love-making
shall burn through these sheets of whispering rain
and guide us to the moment when we bask once again
in the epiphany of each other’s smiles.

You are the Cherokee queen
of every moment of my life,
and I will follow the contours
of your delicate face until the end of time.

I love you with the power of every star in the universe,
I miss you with the longing of all moons that orbit a sun.

There is no word for how eagerly I await
your glorious Sunday return.

There is no sentence that can capture
the way the curls of your hair bounce
against the astonishing vibrancy of your unclothed back.

Nothing I can say will make you appear tonight,
yet your voice will join mine in this chorus of love,
and we shall melt the distance at least to a degree.

For we are now the center
of the vastest cosmological marvel to ever exist.

With your intoxicating beauty
you paint the shape of our hearts
onto the teepee of the universe.

We are a river,
descending from the strongest mountain,
carrying fresh water into the fertile hills and valleys below.

The bloodline of our people burns within us,
the painter of the souls of animals,
the poet of the heart and the moon.

Our love has changed everything.
And only you and I have been granted
this audience with the secret of existence.

And we share them with every long kiss,
with every fierce gaze and hungry scratch,
with each scream of euphoria,
with each tear of joyful transcendence.

Follow me into the stars,
for the future is starving for our touch.

Drink with me from the waters of deepest night,
as we face down the universe with the power of our eyes.

Love has never danced with such intrepid delight;
the open sky has never glittered with so many shapely clouds of wonder,
and this simple child of the cosmos has never felt so at peace
as when I watched over you in the night,
saving you from your dream-time nightmare,
whispering in your ear that you are not alone,
and that you are adored,
and that you are safe,
and that our love will never,
never fade away.