That Night

 

“… hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of life,
in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful
which God has implanted in the human soul.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The night breeze reached through
the open window like furtive fingers,
intermingling with the soft music that caressed the night air:
♪ ‘mountains of sorrow and rivers of song‘ ♫

the flickering flames of candles danced,
casting mosaic shadows against the divine visage
that smiled down upon us

the bubbling of the water pipe was reminiscent
of a flowing brook, lovingly murmuring into the night
as it reflected the luminous light of the moon

There were joyful sounds of laughter in the distance
occasionally sweeping through,
intermingling with the cadence of our hearts

Your eyes, so soft, so gentle ~
when they fell upon me, they caressed my soul..

I listened to your voice
as you read to me your poetry,
and sang to me your songs,
each word delicately wrapped and held by the music ~
then gently falling upon my ears
and deep into me..

.. deep into the subtle serenity of that  night
when sleeping spirits awakened
and dormant souls revived

You closed your eyes and your heart spoke
drawing inspiration from times long past
from a place deep within the ages
channeling the wisdom of sages..

Mesmerized
I find myself falling into your spell.

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follow the moon (find him)

I will follow the moon until I find him
the one who haunts my dreams
he will light away my confusion
and reveal to me what it all means

He is Love, and he loves me
he is wise and his wisdom shines
He is honest, he is true
He is courage through and through

And I will follow the moon until I find him

moon

His honor shines from deep within
running through the veins beneath his skin

I will not break, I will only bend
This shattered heart will heal and mend

I will not weaken, I will  not wane
I will give my all to him again

And I will follow the moon until I find him

 

He waxes and wanes..

moon

Did you hear the one about the girl
Who fell in love with a boy who was in love with the world

In transience his passions  reside
They come and they go with the swing of the tide

A sun reflecting one side of the moon
He waxes and wanes and leaves too soon

No face and no name
It matters not, they’re all the same

If only he would linger
but he possesses a poet’s finger

He cannot stay, he seeks inspiration
Seeking sustenance from other’s adulation

 

Like Gravity

orbiting

You draw me towards you
like gravity

the pull is
irresistible

floating in your orbit
around you
above you
below..

celestial bodies
dancing
gracefully

my planet
circumnavigating
your sun

my moons
orbiting
your planet
in synchronous resonance
like Saturn’s rings

But I fear the impact
of the
Crash
of the
Falling
into
you

the moon she calls to me

 

“Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.”
~ Rumi

photo captured by Skip Maselli

 

the moon, she calls to me
she hears my silent plea
she knows of my pain
my efforts to heal, in vain

~

in her bosom, I am cradled
the lore of old comes to me
wisdom in all that is fabled
peace in  fated prophecy
~

the moon, she calls to me
she feels my silent plea
her light, it floods my soul in overflow
it bathes me in its gentle glow
~

the moon, she calls to me
she sees my silent plea
she sought to comfort, to console
she kissed my face and left me whole

 

 

Inaudible Seduction

via Pinterest

Outside,
the snow is serenely falling
its illuminated resplendence vying with that of the full moon suspended in the silent night sky.

Inside,
it is just as silent
the only sounds the occasional spark and crackle of the logs in the fireplace.
And two hearts harmoniously beating.

fireplace 2

Wisps of smoke coyly rise from the sandalwood incense
gracefully whirling in the air like dervishes,
the room redolent with the fragrance of serenity

As I repose on the couch,
your head upon my lap,
you hold one hand against your rhythmically beating heart;
while with the other
I absently play with your hair.

There are no thoughts,
only heart thinking.
There is no speech,
only heart speaking.
There are no words,
only heart spilling.
~

You slowly rise from my lap and look through my eyes
and into my soul.
When I come to speak,
you gently place a loving finger against my lips,
whispering
shhh

Time revolves all around us, yet within us — stillness;
the silence palpable.
Our souls become one
with the other,
with the tranquility of the night,
with the gently falling snow.

Our breathing falls in sync to a rhythm known only to the cosmos.
At the end of our inhales,
there you are.
there I am.

And then you speak..
three words..
Three words that contain the universe within them:
This is bliss