Nature And Mystical Impressions.

You Say Mystic:

You say mystic,
As if higher than thee,
Where would the light be,
Without your eyes to see?

November Day Mask:

Quiet, cold november day,
What sort of face,
Do you hide,
Behind a mask,
To be pulled away?

What strangers, acquaintances,
Will I find,
Where will my eyes,
Dart and rest?
Will feelings of wonder,
Thrill,
Be mine?

O, how I will put human nature,
To the test.

Perhaps I will stroll,
Beyond path of recognition,
Find a new sight,
To embrace.

Seeking till I receive admission,
To draw back the masquerade mask,
I face today.

Light And I :

As I grip my sides,
My body breaths,
A calm sigh.
Heart bleeding love cries,

"I hold forth the sky,
And pronounce inside,
I am the light."

Forest Avenue:

A promenade through,
The majestic forest avenue.
Bringing sights:
Red painted shutters opening, Shuttered mind,
Autumn stained window panes,
Singing birds in trees above,
Wind dancing with royal flowers beloved.

I sat by the creekside,
Confessing my song,
Unsung.
"I am joy, as joy flies free.
I am enriched with beauty."

The Melting:

Green melts into red,
Red melts into blue,
And all I can do,
Is melt silently,
Into you.

Carried away,
Without words to say.
You fill atmospheres beyond borders of a bedroom.
Breathing songs of joy,
Into everyone soon.

The Simple One:
Do not fret,
All is simple,
Be assured,
At the core of all,
Rests love and peace.

All stand tall,
Until brought to knees;
In this time,
All is clear,
To see,
Leave,
Be.

Those Who Let Go:

The arid desert,
Mind dwells,
A burning star above,
Clings to skin,
With the wind,
Carrying sand and faint smell,
I breath,
Exhale.

And with this cycle of oxygen,
Brings clarity,
A view of the landscape.
My mind engulfed,
Sights so spectacular.

I considered once,
Rarity,
A feild of feeling,
Being,
So bold.
Only to be felt by those,
Who Let Go.

Open Air:

The open air brings,
Spontaneity and creativity;
That of a child's wondering,
Imagination.

For this place holds,
No soul,
In captivity.

On the welcoming ground,
You lay,
Without hesitation.
You shall be greeted,
With gifts of all nature's destinations.

A piece of thought,
And smiling heart.

Collective Sand:

O, how I wish,
You,
Yes,
You,
Were holding my hand,
Whispering to my soul,
" I'm right here, I'm right here."

O, how I miss,
You,
Yes,
You,
Altogether,
Grains of sand.
"I'm right here, I'm right here."

Into The Marrow:

Perhaps in another space and time,
The tear that glides down my mug,
Is that of a lover's sung rhyme;
Nature's nurture beloved.

The tear is that of a fingertip,
Wiping away,
Pain, sorrow;
Releasing me,
A goddesses lips,
Casting me possessed,
Into the morrow.

Vales Lifted:

Streams of visions,
Immured within mind,
Accompanied by scents;
Remedies, silently for soul.

Like deep burgundy curtains,
Rising,
For a new act to begin,
I swim in vast seas,
Yet to be sailed by man.

Sweeping seas carry this body,
Shore to shore.

After these blissful moments occur,
I'm returned,
Restored.

Waves Of Mind:

O, so alluring mind,
You are that of a bridge,
Crossing but gracefully into,
Fields of lilacs and soothing dew;
Bringing a pleasant stay.

O , so alluring mind,
You art that of a gap,
Wherein I rest my gaze;
Pondering,
Disarrayed.

O , so alluring mind,
You are that of which goes,
And stays,
Comfortably,
I will dance,
In your wave.

Without A Face, Without A Name:

The place prior to dreams,
I hear the enigma,
As tho calling to me,
Placing time and setting,
Waiting for me to see.

And so behind,
Streams of colors,
Swirling left and right;
Appearing as a pair of lovers,
Dancing in the backdrop of night.

A character continues to speak,
In tongue similar to my own.
Infact, I believe they are my words,
Loaned.

Suddenly,
In a far off place,
I am,
Without a face,
Without a name.

The Ship At Shore:

The pulse of your being,
Is that of a sonata,
Dreamily, seducing me.
All moments of time escape,
For I am hopelessly in your sea.

Ah, and what a gentle wave,
Rocking my wondering soul,
Cycling through trough and crest,
I am saved....
Gracefully allowed a breath,
At each rise.

And like a ship at shore,
This new land is mine,
To explore,
Forevermore,
You are mine,
I am yours.

A Laugh Inside:

If the search for a curled lip,
Lies outside of you,
Perhaps a new approach,
Would do.

For a good laugh,
May reside,
Inside you.

Garland Gate:

On the wall,
Lies the flower gate,
A link extended,
To enthrall.
Slowly, calling your name.

The gate becomes a garland,
Collecting into yellows and greens,
Converging into,
Ethereal dreams.

On the wall,
Lies the flower gate,
A link extended,
To enthrall,
What marvelous links,
Aren't we all?

Silently Speaking To You:

The letter written for a reply,
Is that of an artist's paint,
Blended to reveal the fantasm.

In attempt to call beyond sky,
All are met with the grain;
Closing the occasions chasm.

For now, you are conjoined,
Sharing a single tranquil breath,
Without a word left.