January 21, 2021

Perfect Strangers

 
Perfect strangers:
 distant musings,
strange attractions
 mingle in the air—
 patterns, ever
more patterns,
steadily looming.
 Remnants of horizons
once forgotten
now unwind,
 while moonlit trails
of two lost travelers
dreamily collide.
Rippling like tides
of a destined crossing,
a fragment of heaven
found at last
 in a single
fateful tossing.



October 02, 2020

If Eyes Are A Window


If eyes are a window to the soul,

then yours are a portal

to the starry unknown:

inky prisms too striking to conceive,

summoning beyond

the hazy veil of dream.

Radiant intelligence

spun from immortal threads,

shimmering silhouettes

& shadowplay

enmeshed.

Two worlds captive,

glistening with energy—

bound, yet drifting,

flickering seamlessly

across twilit trails,

mercurial embers

of celestial seas. 



February 17, 2018

Destiny Strikes

Destiny strikes
in the unlikeliest glance—
in the pouncing
of the chance.
Mastering the moment—
knowing how
& when
that moment becomes
your invitation
to react.
Because—
that fleeting chance
will never find
another circumstance
to arise—
no shock nor surprise
will ever let
that chance
reprise.

December 14, 2017

Your Afterglow Remains

Your afterglow remains:
inexhaustible energy—
slipping through phosphorescence,
drifting like a lucid dream.
Your stylized subtleties
beyond what we perceive
permeate the galaxy,
too bounteous once seen.
Wavelengths unknown
engulf our waking world,
bursting myriad hidden memories
unforgettable eternally.
Moments tossed ashore:
worlds collapse & reappear—
sunk in silky ichor,
extinguishing all fear.
Bronzed halos of distant stars
cast their silent search—
by day, diffuse like fireflies
concealed in sea-entrusted pearls.
Faint echoes of forgotten realms
reflected in your eyes—
Your afterglow remains:
no horizons could defy.



April 27, 2017

Luminary Clarity

      Etched
into the rippling riptide fabric 
of the ineffable looms of memory
indelibly—
she struck a glance—
a timeshattering trance—
embossed
upon the shifting stainedglass centerpiece
circumscribing my mind's eye—
one unalterable jolt
& unfathomable revolt
against predictability
& all its chiseled certainty:
a paralyzing
resensitizing gaze—
universe-rending
& transcending
one single, solitary moment—
setting my heart
ablaze.




April 18, 2017

Transactive Memory


Transactive Memory:

Words flow overreactin',
spillin' inseparably
with the divine providence
of lost reality,
the last glimmer of conscious wisps floating freely
beneath flickering
starspun webbing,
intermingled rhythmically
through her collapsing dreams
& cosmic alchemy
erupting, immersing
all shades & gradients of change
& potentialities—becoming
glowing points of mindlink'd fusion—
forget your illusion,
the thing you've searched
& lost where to seek,
this elemental spark of fire
& fortress ignites & excites
the intrinsic cyclical brink of rebirth,
your stormy sanguineous slivers
of solitary truth coiled deep in your eyes:
startling intrusions
in the mind
of the beholder
every eve
you leap.

March 21, 2012

Çatalhöyük


Only in a stupor strange and dense, did they permit me
Entrance to their midnight druid ceremony.
Clothed in deerskin cloaks, they swiftly invoked
Ancient canticles of tempest-culling oaths,

Bound to footpaths mirroring the starry course.
Thence, the tribe decried a tale of dim remorse
Foretelling of the fall of western man, bound
To reason and logic: material world's renown– 

First, a man of vibrant-shaded flair leapt in,
Attune with other movements in the circle's rim,
Making peace with scattered winds, earthly entities,
Only to be extinguished by the hands of Industry:

A man of darkened raiments swept his blade
And shunned the rhythm of the mid-woods parade,
Smiting celebration with a grim, mechanical glare,
Contaminating harmony, in dire need now of repair.

Solemn intervention to revitalize the tattered ruins
Rhapsodically began, by the tribal feather festoon'd
Children, unfolding from the shrapnel-laden graves,
Bearing anew ripe, supple, imaginations unscathed–

Having, thankfully, escaped the clutches of Industry's
Mind-forged manacles, by their precious ingenuity,
Unaccustomed to any illusions of temporal durations
And domination tactics, dissolved in youth's sensations.

Enshrining the spirit of high art's endless creation,
Inspiration swelled, instilling Industry's disintegration.
It then dawned upon me– in my ruptured, disoriented state,
For unknown intervals, this vision gathering did I hallucinate.