I gaze at you.
Like a child,
I am mesmerized
by your smile.
I cannot move
from this place,
my feet crimson
bricks of willingness.
I am the essence
of every tear
you have swept
into your quietly
hung head,
and I gratefully
accept the gift;
a vessel, a song,
a wordsmith.
I lift my face,
accepting you,
my Beloved
you have always
made me know
there was a place
I could call home.
Standing below
your iridescent glow,
I feel my mother,
my father,
my ancient creator,
and I only wish
I knew your history,
and the stories
sleeping in your womb.
You are my moon,
and I, your daughter,
each night, standing alone,
proud in the indigo sky,
I sit on cement steps
wishing for
the silence
in the traffic,
the entrance of
night's sleeping,
so I can,
in the early morn hours,
ease your weeping.
Arcturian soul,
I am your aching side,
and yes, I will stay awhile
on this earthly plane,
where the controllers
make the humans
willingly insane.
I touch their fingers
feeling the places
where grief lingers,
and I wish to press
their bitterness to my lips,
kiss away the loneliness
until streets are
filled with laughter
and the scent of
lavender ballet slippers.
I see you now
pressing to fullness,
dancing in my window
where the shadows giggle,
and I move manically
in your light,
my feet flying
across the floor
Passion's Music,
I am your Moon child,
Love's Glitter Whore.
~by vennie~
copyright @ dbv publishing 2011
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