Whispers come a slicing

Whispers come a slicing
Down my neck

First,
in thin strips

Feathers from Cleopatra's pillows tickling my skin.

A spark in the blood sets it off
The Last light of day falls on wounded hills everywhere not ready for night.

Clear brisk air
Makes wildlife shiver
A Soft guitar playing in the antique store
An Old man strumming soft chords,

memories falling soft as pine needle beds around the trunk of giant desires.

Nostalgia comes a trickling, trapped in heart
Released by fingers
Playing for love.

My ears are keen to its tune
I have related sun burns
Hiding beneath my winter clothes. Heavy clothes irritate this burn more.

Learn to accept it or die unfairly.

I can carry the weight of ten ton loves on my broken back even if you are only greeted with a silence that never smiles.

Full Moon of heart
Rises over my head
Lights it all up
A valley below weeps with spells of inarticulated beauty.

My silent gates cannot reply
I hunt libraries for the verse that frees you-

Just for myself to be known

This fire born feeling

Hiding beneath your cover
Is very important to my survival one line of fire is all I need
To connect to spaces beyond my powers.

Or a power that I already have, but I have failed to see by my own blinded, night melted eyes.

I reach for the galaxy
With only a tendril of smoke curling up through such vastness,
Hoping to be heard by sheer magnificence.

When I hear you
Whispers come a slicing
Hot breath on my neck
A Dragon that I can never forget.

Her eyes keep looking at the sunset
A soft peace settles there and waits for music.
I am no less
No more than what I believe my thoughts are throwing at me

Some dark knife circles me inside

Finds a center and bleeds forever until I remove it.

Why does it always stalk me even if I do?

I keep hanging on trees for answers hoping for release of whispers
Make a slice along the tough exterior of my bark
And keep me burning for your blade.

Whispers come a slicing
From a piece of heavenly music
That feels like I made in some forgotten world when I was entirely different than today and sometimes even silent walls sing with the echo of heavenly voices.

Even if one man hears it and is changed, isn't that cause to break out cases of champagne and go for it?

I danced forever on sands of paradise

Rip me away for one day and I'm changed forever.

A mind full of questions.
A sunburn that makes you offer a volcano a cup of water.
One Sweet verse inside the ache
trapped at the gates
No passport to travel
What a shame.

One day I will get you across the border
Even if I have to die to do it

One day
When the air is free from chem-trails
And HAARP is gone forever

When the perfect glass is gleaming and a ripe moment rises in the golden Apple orchard
I will watch you skate:

A razor edge cutting ice
No more dark midnight gate
To hold you back.

What will summer become like
When you finally decide to sing?

I imagine only tears of glory.

Heart bound for the universal project.

I offer you my blood for just one verse to set me free like that.

One more whisper to slice me across the horizon like tornados of diverse colors
Invoking magical powers to wake or dream
Paint and glide

Drift
A thousand palaces
Never thought possible to build or conceive of.

I who raged a storm
And built steel walls

Nothing but waves of sorrow smacking silver strength.

Show me the trail of summit's
If I could ride your sunlight
and
Help blooms turn brighter
Help buds grow fatter
Let all the whispers free
Open the gate
Open the gate

The Champion of the soul rides again
To draw his sword
And
strike down
The dark knife circling
Inside my blood soaked center.

Slice me instead
With sweet sweet whispers
Running free through
Open borders.