Moon in Taurus

open is the temple

for you to set your prayer afire

open is the night sky

for you to wish upon a star

open is your mind

to believe in such things

open is the store

for you to buy a ring of promise

open is the road

for you to drive home on

open is your schedule

for you to take the trip

open is the door

for you to walk through

open is my heart 

for you to rest in from your travels

open is your soul

for me to get lost in

Weight of the wait

the bike ride is a yes

under clear Nevada skies

with your shirt matching

the hue of those views

though it will have to wait

and float around as a thought

to help with Friday afternoons

that drag the clock like an anchor

but there is also a rallying

with thinking you might be

on the plane flying past

on its way to the runway up north

that somehow you were able to see

looking through my eyes

to the corner street signs

and find your way to the plaza

a fleeting thought to ease

the weight of the wait

 

Silhouettes of snowflakes

I melted in your

embrace this morning

while I watched

the silhouettes 

of paper snowflakes

rest on the wall

from the rising sun

your arms reached 

around my shoulders

as your left hand

gently caressed my cheek

your thumb traced

the outline of my

bottom lip while

your breath danced

on the back of my neck

my soul teared up

and whimpered

from the warmth of your touch

as if the snowflakes

truly were melting 

in the first rays of the sun

Ode to the Lion City

may we meet someday

on the island at 

the end of the peninsula

for great is the love

of the people there

and warm are the waters

to cleanse the soul

let me sing of Singapura

where ships have sailed 

from foreign lands

only to return with 

works from steadfast hands

may we someday walk

the costal views

on the island at

the end of the peninsula

and return the love

of the people there

with a most heartfelt 

"terima kasih"

 

Ring of fire

we jumped through the ring

that the moon made

with the sun today

we left the world to itself

and sealed ourselves

in a gold laced cocoon

fit for any infant monarch

all of our dreams are in a pool 

just as with any infant monarch

the melding of yours and mine

into the ultimate potion of ours

will come to fruition at the end

of the golden age of eclipses

but for now we rest

in the ocean of our dreams

Venus Trine Jupiter

a look within

and I see you waiting

where we thought

we may be caged

by our hearts

and you told me

I need to live for myself

that I need to be the one

I wake up for

it was an echo I gave you

when I had told you

that you needed to be the one

you say no for

that neither our families nor friends

or even each other are good enough

for that purpose

and in this we found

the key to our cage

and when you look within

I will return your gaze

and we can jump together

Take five

where five meets five

I have to take another

flight of stairs

and when five meets five

mine so chooses first

while his so chose last

where five follows five

they decided to be

separated by the one

but when five joins five

I'll give you your gift

and where five joins five

you'll take my hand in yours

Sol bathing

there was something

gentle and nourishing

to the cooling breath

in the mid February sun

the fire promised

on Imbolc night

had been delivered

and it was time to

feed the ravenous Earth

after her winter slumber

for we were all wakened

before our dreams

had been dreamt

and reveled in a slight

slip into solar swimming

with gleaming silver

resting on our sternums

 

Ceremony

let the temples

be washed with

water from the moon

and perfumed

with floral nectar

let the incense

raise in prayer

scented voices

calling out to

the fires in the sky

let the candle 

be lit aflame

for light to glow

and illuminate

in tender witness

let the hymns 

be tones of awe

vibrations resonating

with the moment

when flesh connects

with the divine

 

Chest chime

in a sweet minute

metallic tune

the chest chime

calls out

between the charm

of zodiac balance

and lapis crowned

silver eternity

delicate reverberation

sounds with walk

and in this movement

there is a tinny applause

an overjoyed ovation

protruding from

the thundering organ

that dwells behind

the sanctuary

of the chest chime

it is the clock ticking

to that moment

and its alarm

readying itself

Someone else's heart

when you are given

someone else's heart

what will you know

what love will grow

from the seeds you sow

when you are given

someone else's heart

the past is simply

a song you once knew

the future is a path

with a chosen view

and the present is

truly a gift for you

for when you are given

someone else's heart

the dance to the beat

you will soon learn

the intense flames

will never burn

and instead of chance

you will take your turn

 

Post 13

I had walked

these fields before

at that time

so very long ago

all the flowers

were just budding

all the promise of

all the beauty was

sealed in secrets

but I knew of them

without knowing them

as I walk these fields

when very long ago

has aged to now

those buds have bloomed

all the sealed secrets

now fall profusely

in silky satin petals

and I the bee nestle

within those floral revelations

Silver thistle dark

there is a valley

thick with silver thistles

that stretches between

February and October

the foliage glistens

under the light of 

twin full moons

one moon glows

from the light of you

the other moon reflects 

the beating of my heart

the sharp metallic leaves

hold their spines high

to stand guard of all

that will come to be

though I peer through them

and you peer back

they only allow 

a very limited view

but if we gaze upward

towards the moons above

you can dance to 

the rhythm of my heart

and I can find my way

through the silver thistle dark

to the light of you

 

Lapis dreams

I had a pretty good idea

for my expectations

the delivery date had

stated from day one

a certain time frame

so I was even and keel

with no anxious hopes

just smooth sailing 

until mid month

but then notice came

and the ship had sailed

or rather it had shipped

and with so many ships

coming into port

butterflies began to flutter

and it almost felt like

October three years on

but in Mercurial fashion

that is the Universe's humor

the only ship to come in

left dirt and snoring aids behind

Lives apart

any decision made

for your happiness

is a light in the darkness

for it is your joy

that will guide us together

a statue frozen in time

cannot call out

as a beacon in the night

love is my desire for you

to keep your flame alive

for love will not sever

love will not turn away

it will only set you adrift

on your course where

we will depart from 

our lives apart

but in the meantime...

 

Today's vistas

the ceiling fan

in the living room

was in competition

with the small windmill

in the neighbor's yard

just outside the side window

the backyard rabbit

I pretty much am 

keeping as a pet now

was gnawing on the

frozen carrots I tossed

to it from the veg drawer

I need to reset the temp

on the fridge I guess

the evening sunrays

cast the best silhouette

on the bedroom wall

from the nearby

planter of philodendron

the reflection in

the bathroom mirror

was easier to look at

as the effort of both 

diet and those damn

daily exercises seems

to actually be working

the clock on the dresser

near the closet door

still displays daylight

savings time because 

sometimes I just can't

be bothered to keep up 

with the rest of the world

Since finding you again

I've celebrated each day

even down to each hour

a petal to pull from the flower

knowing that love is the finality

I've found a way to make

an event to look forward to

for at least once each week

an event to commemorate us

and to intensify our gravity

I've searched among the stars

and have found our history

that points the way to our future

through each step of the sky

following the celestial giants

the reminders of our union

rain down upon our thirsty souls

I've listened to the prophets

that whisper within our hearts

to learn living in the what will be

will only erode what's meant to be

and staying in the here and now

will nourish the resolve of us

I've manifested what I can

for the time being that is

for through these hallowed items

the armor against fear I don

the shield against doubt I wield

 

Advances

not even two moons

have rolled by

yet how it's 

all changed from

reignition of what

was before to

recognition of what

can be the most mundane

actions adulterated with what

can be the most extraordinary

sensations and revelations

how the conversations

have permeated each

passing hour

and evolved into

ethereal touches to

hands and backs of necks

and the others at 

the most inopportune moments

yet savored nonetheless

Brigid's passing

laden with silence

this early February eve

sits in stillness

and emptiness

the tenderness of Imbolc

glows in the waning

of the Snow Moon

as Brigid's Cloak rests

on the arm of the chair

the fire that remains

in her passing

is an ember at this moment

as the moon it glows

in the hearth 

and as the germ in the seed

it patiently waits to ignite

burning as a beacon

for Venus's blessing

a fortnight away

but for now

the night is soft

the time is tender

the mood is gentle

and the lover waits

Balancing the scales

feeling the weight 

of your hand in my own

distraction is easily sown

while fantasy is rapidly grown

are you able to focus

is your job at risk

do you sleep at night

or are you always

waking up an hour

to thirty minutes before

your alarm is set

the pull is overwhelming

and dizzying at times

and the sighs

well they're just inevitable

is the new daydreaming discipline 

as challenging for you

for that and you have always

been my weakness...

and strength

 

Wedding night

gems have scattered

at the foot of the bed

silk sheets fall from 

the ceiling above

dim green lights dance

with flickering flames

flesh flows freely

over faux fur

breath collapses in

its competition with pulse

the duet of pleasure bows

giving way to the silence

and the wells of the eyes

Right here with me

you ask me not

to envision all

that is waiting for us

you ask me to hold off

just for now

so that destiny

can write itself

so that we might

have a little surprise

waiting for us

so we might just

get a "wow" in our hearts

instead of an "oh yeah"

I think you mostly

want me to stay

here in the present

instead of gallivanting

off into some unknown

future scenario where

I most likely will get lost

in all the possibilities

and if I'm right then

you probably are too

Surrender

you've found something

when your hand

glides up my right leg

when your fingertips slowly

find their way

from my ankle

along my shin

to the inner of my knee

it sends the most

melting sensation

to the rest of my body

my muscles want

to liquify in your palms

the signal travels

though my nerve pathways

surrendering any resistance

of the numerous points

for you to press

this one is my

white flag