The Starkness Of Night, The Brilliance Of The Dawn

Soon I’ll be awake
burning like a forest in the night

where has the joy in my heart gone
when is tomorrow no longer a thorn
why are there moments when I feel so alone
how can I survive on my own?

yet there is a sunrise at my door

in her eyes
in her arms

I am warm
I am known

I am loved
I am free



You Lift Me Up

Day by day you lighten my step
and strengthen my heart in every way.

Moment by moment your vivacious soul heals my scars,
your magical touch on display.

When the stars shine in the sky,
when I see that look in your eyes,
the universe blooms like the dawn,
our cosmic path a joy to be on.

Whenever I hear your voice,
you lift me up.

Whenever I touch your skin,
you lift me up.

And should I stumble again,
you’ll lift me up.

Nothing can compare
to the beauty of your stare.

Nowhere in existence can outshine
your radiant presence in my mind.

Our love is unconditional,
without limits,
and so sublime.


Epiphany Is The Sound Our Hearts Make, Even In The Dark


every day another way
to reveal how dreams are madein the sun or in the shade
there is always love to make

in this time how we escape
under stars that we have named

wind blows us away
amongst the clouds we embrace

fate swirling majestically in our eyes
forever bound by the bliss of surprise

and this is the greatest day
of my life… again

Every moment that we share
rearranges our universe

as we melt into each other’s arms
life becomes a symphony
raining down from the



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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.