Fire-lit we see
the bliss that lay beneath the sea
for harmony is a shifter thing
a hope no mortal hands can bring—
that we, coddled in the blanket bliss
can only paddle glimpses soon to miss;
we lack the fins, the constitution
to see the ease be shunned.
Fireplace. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Bear me up
Rustling cavalcade of coalescing
Music rush, on tempo speed
These breaths across my skin.
Of your exultation
Gives me strength
Beneath my wings.
Caress and coax
The resolution of my being,
Dive down into the deep.
The shores of apathy
And stir upon us yet the storms
That break inequity.
Quivering motions elate
To find the kiss, the touch of motion
In the sensuous sway of your dance.
Could ever hold thy hips
This beat, thunder of thy solitary
Rampart revelry of life
Shield yet the passions of hope,
A dream of majesty.
The world in thy being:
Ground this flighty soul.
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