City Lights~

Sunset~

Morning birds~

Walking khaki embossed threads
Coffee gold tracking side where both
Fingertips tried and hands nipped
By the sidewalk 8 am microscope of
Slides to understand the unseen to hide
The window chestnut crossed and air
That over looked the grass in the square
From a picture of a girl holding onto a
White chair
I pointed and you kissed me right there
(the night of a picnic table and burberry esque scarf and thanksgiving wall posts and peppermint sticks and a shower)
And all that can be an hour
Turning emblems blue and white
Sipped on the bend in a polo in the morning light of a grey pleated skirt
Did I already know
The arrangment of the shoeless
In the snow
In another one place
From wear a picture I kept this
Shining grass, shining grace
White button light in the living room
Kitchen and out a window light shown
Through the glass
And from the earth
It was a button beacon and found
Eyes close you all around
Touching noses to some sound
And asked to stay
Ever the earings I had given away
4:59 the clock and the song how long it play
59 seconds when I looked up
1 second from a minute
How many make up a day?
I have one thing to say
You said it would be like this
Like a mark of pink twighlight
Of undimmed pink, yellow, and blue pours
A thread of gazing is when parking lots are perfect
For the cars waiting still, to the arrival of keyless chirps and conversation
By unlocked doors
And on a striped lawn chair at night
Planes again and again
Took flight over a starry sky
Umbrella lowered and looked up and
Wondered why
To my right a shooting star
Migrating diamonds arrowed from bend
And made a wish from a far
Unfolded again raised to the sky
Wonder, the nigh
A sheltering square where
You had drawn in a letter a shape
Undefined like fireworks timed
Like fireflies thrown sparks
And the silence harks
Excepts for the planes, shined on
A sheltering square where
You had drawn in a letter a shape undefined
And hopeful and listening to your words in the,
Morning birds

Light~

Light like coffee tipped giving color to the wood existed in her eyes of how this beauty became still waters sand dune waving steps, coconut striations of neutral khaki and warm bands of hair strands, the scent of almond milk, half seeds pulled in the palms of planks rectangular puzzle pieced where in each six tops of nails like charcoal pennies, emblems smoothed and some upscaling O’Rian’s belt patterned between leaf cradled lines of tucked dimension and through a criss cross gate and (under) when pedaled upon steps past a water lily bucket, guppies orange like caps on bottles, construction cones, an answer gold and raspberry illuminated after rainy sunrise, over blue moon stones glint of purple scales smoky pink flecked and cloudy crystalline, of rose, gray drawn blue, pourous white, placed like easter eggs making the bed of river less water in her eyes here after rain sunrise, and then like through sunglasses with this yellow tint the day came in casting gently on each over the faces of long roofs, hand gilded, undimming of brightened can lights, triangular thread of definition, transposed directly behind ornamented in an evergreen a gold twinking sound like new year’s earrings, iced tea, impressionism in the summer glades of shades fluttering and swaying on a glanced wall; every whistle
longer than the first from the right and as read like soft bamboo blinds transverse each cylinder higher, and she thought how light angling across the square porch beams looked exactly like the windchime behind perspective, scaled, color, distance it all made sense and didn’t have to in the miracle of this moment.

Tears~

Tears may fall from your eyes, from what you have seen, or what you have heard, I think it is from what we don’t understand that we cry for, what has yet to be revealed to us, that we cry to be closer to and yet it is in the moment of what surrounds us of what we see and what we hear that is the most beautiful everything that eyes and ears bring to the soul from what everything can bring to eyes and ears~

May all beings be happy and free~

Angel tear falls, in Central Park, a pebble is cast into a pond, and bounces a crystal upon a drum, a lantern, illuminates, shimmering, rhythm calls, call, revolving high, somasta, midnight, pours forth, a clock hand, meets resolving, boundary waters, reaching, sapphire hills whisper folding velvet, rising, deep as the North Sea inlets, providence, pressing ink, across the sterling artic holds more, than it does tell, in stillness, follows after rain, a stone path shining tinsel, the wings of a swan flutter, cresendos a clara glow, the beauty you are, that you know, night frost, brilliant, sensual, turning, starry turning, composed iris, learning, lokah~

Arc~

Earlier the day long
A boy with silver threads strumming a lullaby in a song
When the stars, blue crown spears
Scattering diamond glimpses, in sacred years
Teak compassing for gentle loves
Delicate gallery drapes illuminated doves
White, soft ecru sings
A heart, wings
Feathered and almond
Curtains arrowed and ever crossing
Rest on flutter a drishti foward bowing
Upon lashes, the reverence of kindness snowing
A gem shower pours
In a strawflower meadow
Cathedral of open doors
Crystals from a chandelier trussing words
From suede cassia tufts
Flown beautiful, beautiful birds~

Yin Practice

Shiela said to picture someone you want to forgive or you need to ask someone’s forgiveness and I pictured you, she said what were they wearing, I thought about your yellow shirt and how it matched with blue shorts and this iridescent bracelet I wore and driving home on a bus you holding me and we passed by the window school bus the kind that you have to push on really a lot to open, I can still see looking out the window silhouette of the night cradled and the moon, and we turned around in some parking lot before, she then said picture sitting with the person in seated position facing them looking at them eye to eye, and I pictured that time in your basement when we did just that you felt we met almost for the first time again, a cue like the song ‘cruisin together’ we sang in your car I cried to ‘down to the river to pray’ and I remember you and your dad picked me up from the hotel during Christmas and the lady offered KFC and the bathroom key and before that I had been by a river raining lost awhile after Lafayette on the drive, and I remember when I met you with a starry night and grilled cheese and you saw my laundry hamper and I asked you what you were doing on my bed and most of all,
Luna played this song the other day “And tonight, oh tonight I feel like dancing” and I began to cry I felt that I know why I love Patty Murphy day, I pictured it was that day with you a hundred golden circles in cascading dot dot dot etcetera repentant, weeping willow firework caught downpour, day lighting, small crystals scattered from palm of hand like scattered seeds and a flower girl while turning, turning in 360* revolutions in an iridescent sprinkler bowed in betweens, threads of rays like the center marking of roads red cups and blue cups of grass and whiskey and muddy ice cubes, our feet returning to windows sleeping curtain swung cables casting like the sun shadows of the wood beam columns on a deck the light through sunglass blinds reflection sheltering through to you and a futon, back to the day still held olive silk and there was a microphone we danced in whirwind halt of paused green, yellow, Shiela said to think of your eyes, softest color of
brown and strawberry autumn, white whooshes, under tented ceilings needle point from
high above blanketing page and the tables glowing plastic of cranberries and cola bubbles wash wondering in amber like the shade of the subject that inspired its blueprint into making. Taking a some kind of certain something glance at loop bolstered braided rope from us where all the beacons freely cross, past the upward surrounding skirting fringe, a garbage can holding emptied cups, the space where garrulous angels covered themselves in gold and silver beer by guitar cases that maybe were of collective treasure chest change splashing like lucky pennies, in fountain for strums, harmony hymns earlier on the day long.
Sae’s backyard with a sun and moon soon illuminated, a few leaves and what could
almost have been tickets somersaulting under coaster water marks rocked still. This day, these distinctions of you checkpoint who you are to me and are loved so sentimentally. There is something about the contrast between a kiss, between tooth angled gaps and the smile in your eyes of the vertical ladder scape climbed to the city on top of an overlooking square against the horizontal cake icing of breezy tree tops belly dancing of deep lines drawing cement four, on edges dancing chest to chest, constantly moving like rolling pins. There is a power, an hour in the permancence of these sways marbles stopped and that have touched. Staying around and blinking your face in grace a billboard, we lower into a stairwell rung after rung looking universally, the magnitude, balance, heights, counting years on a tree, changing sunrise sunset present, wishful heels answered that you are
already holding my flip-flops.
Shiela said to say something in this meditation, to take your hands I pictured a
picture I took of you when you weren’t ready and the flash caught your eyes so bright. I think I said I’m sorry and I love you and we were back in your room from last year by the bed. Shiela said.

I remember~

In the, summer grass I remember iridescence of sprinklers rainbow and nodding, arching lells fountain wells bowing silent marbles of water, teardrops turning diamonds, sussuro de strands softly to shore ardence like windy sand sweeps embracing sea meadow palms of gold, and snow cotton dandelions have given feathered sparklers for every flower, like a card, like angels, like roses, a story, a song, January Rain, angled fireflies slower than spark, smaller than orb,
retired from blankets lawning, glitter constellations.

Thank you~

Of the possibility of when
Left and right meet
A step gives
The knowing of soles
Softly tread featherlight
In feeling
Bread in a pond of swans
And hiccupped aisle chair of thimble
And wave
And rain stick
And four points sharing
The earth of uplifted, bowed knee
Thank you for being
All that I see

Rose Gold

All this in sight
De sol Amarillo Rosado light
R moving in the condition of you
Sun casting name in the blue
Soft cam lumen
Ess air a balm bloss glow
Feathers loft in India, snow glass sweet
All and small the color, the doe
Almond blessing fair psalm knees bow
And what I do have to show, and and for I cry,
Sole arcing feet
To bring verses, of sign heart
To water diamond kites, to christen every start
Always, I will, I know this too
The boy bending sapphires in the blue

All The Stop~

I hope you like
On one dimensional table stand fold
Pageless book open white tee shirt and hold
Last name unmentioned with handshakes
In reverse a space you given this name
Of transference rendered idea and through
Trust the initial letter lullaby and oh love, makes
By the intersection every time the sole and the brakes
Signed and read over and over
Eight edged now surrounded word
In a conch shell the ocean, I heard
Headlights plane blinking pashmina drinks served
To escalator shoe lined steps
Rising the grooves inspire rail to depths of move
And before you to retie a curve so when
Later it didn’t matter with bowtie arches lighted golden a bird
And all this time reading magazines and restroom walls
To jump to you baby and neighborhood calls
White thong sunlight, and sacred mixed sorry for pool rules
What is understood what is followed over and over
Cove circled grass of angel kitchen magnet and clover
You said sitting in the living room past midnight and pitch black
To send, only, always, a nova, back

Blue Pearls~

I once had a vision that I had something to prove
and I ended up on a beach cupping in the palm of my hands blue pearls
holding them up for you to scatter
in the, sands.

Love with all your heart, everyday.

Copyright and Publishing!

All of these pieces of writing are from books published by M.O.P. and have a copyright except for a song in The Angels Who Saved Christmas called "Kindle my Heart" by Patrick Doyle from the movie A Little Princess! Feel free to borrow any of this! It's a big world and my goal is to share a great message with this beautiful world, so if ya see something you love, please by all means, share! Thank you darlings!

With someone~

She said, "And sometimes in life, you have to translate things to have whatever it is make sense to you, to make whatever it is before you mean something to you, not that most everything and everyone doesn’t mean something to you, because to me, it all does, what I mean by meaning something to you is what whatever it is will mean all that it is supposed to and meant to mean and to translate something, sometimes it isn’t just looking at and knowing the definition and pairing that with the word, sometimes it is to find what a word in another language means in your own, that maybe share the same definition, and then too I think about a person from another place speaking a beautiful language that I do not understand, in a courtyard surrounded by Christmas lights, drinking sangria, swaying to a ukulele, in bronze heels by enormously incredible white flowers, under stars, under understanding, and I know that we have different lives, different experiences, different loves, and different meanings (for one word, two words actually) and still, I have been there before too, in a courtyard, surrounded by Christmas lights, drinking something, swaying to a guitar in bronze heels by enormously incredible white flowers, under stars, under understanding, and I know what that means to me, with someone, somebody for someone, everything with could ever be, and sitting here saying this to you, in this room, with still means everything it could ever be, and everything it could ever mean, because of somebody and someone."

Sunlight

In the wavering sunlight, she thought of summer evenings sitting upon mosaic tiled steps of an illuminated pool glowing upon her bikini, cupping water in her hands, the magic of wind down words, softened by the billowy water, with her love, sharing drifting thoughts reaching perfect corners, and brights of a wind meeting car in the night curving upon gentle bends of side hills, gating wooden fences pressing forward and back, promenading in arc, under a tree adorned hollow, the movement of a banded orb highlighting canopy branches in melody of piano keys~

Aura!

~Softly first orchid a gift on a window magic in glow in the daylight at night radiance of light~

Prince~

~Treasure remembers treasure the right words for a mountain and shoes remember how the lighthouse the laughter blues I love of wonder on knee repeated that he~

Hugging knees!

~In the field sometimes at night she watched tumbling to talk or listen motion tandem and harmonious here to another the pasture the wind breathing her little the purple color when pretend the far trees and wonder in the way the movement of time in the evening doors in the morning a sweet still, a light, hope, a question~

Leaf

~A moment, I do, more than a thought in pedals can bring what Bay the cedars feathered between soft like angels she thought and her heart moved like pearl~

Cafe

~I am, you are, anything to intrigue a word only somebody magic to everyone by eyes your eyes in love to look a heart inner someone once across as~

Candy!

~Pillow, a voice follows milk and a wish in the gentle rise to press dressing and wrapped in peppermint into her hand~

Princess

~A moment, old tree song ago, floor by cove heard her welling, missed, scent pour upon the sands. The tandem and harmonious bow knot within you that bells the sea. Waves of doves leaning in the cradle of shoes. Sounding sand refounding angel. Love as light. Gathering brother’s eyes in eyes. Seeing jade in quartz glass, finding truth in sunrise, seeing clay made in bread, seeing wade in tread. Paving a life sparkler fanned eye, a life to adore as dreams lead. Looking to the sky. A nova crisscrossing humbling white. Prim roses of crystal cathedrals. Still stars of music, showing spark, the shore bless depth. A rose, from high shelf. Laking the glassed light of the sun. Chrysanthemum sea. Singing sunlight. To the shores of what you are, to those beautiful tumbling shores. The room suddenly becomes so quiet. All the titles of books, pictures on covers blend into a glossy reflection. Becoming rows of squares on shelves becoming rows of squares on wood. The carpet tells a story. The clear path that has led me here and I am before the most beautiful sight I have never seen. Spun in braids the hay that was made into gold. Upon onyx as if a barcode of music had been made into waves woven like a yarn bracelet of threads. Strong. The gold wire my mother taught me to make roses with. Silver threads holding almonds strung. A brush through a waterfall wicking teardrops of water as if the wind was blowing glass loops onto white yarn glued onto a poster board painted blue through pleated copper stars. The presence of clarity moves verdance. A hundred feathers spilling on curves of sleighs in scroll. Endlessly returning slope of knoll cursive as written love in Christmas lights. The lady, sweet lady, she is sleeping. A harpsichord. Her skin so cocoa, so cocoa, she shines. A lamp post through a misty night. A star in a glass box. Bracelets of bright pink, watermelon, terrycloth blue. Gold. The wind had filled up thin straw bands into rainbows made of jade. Painted pearls of plastic. They have the charcoal that winds across. Seashells pink on a white beach. Hilled of a cone of a flame. Candles color a camisole. Her earrings carry lyrics. Ice cream as when you were a child. Pixie dust covered ballerinas in a music box. A brown paper bag marked in permanence. This is the writing in all books. Her name, Princess Huesane. When we were a little one, falling asleep in the restaurant in our parents laps. As a couch becomes a throne, my heart becomes a truth, for what is reality but that of fairy tales, the greatness we know to be within ourselves, within everyone, peace. May your breath that sings of dreams carry vision in a breeze that holds the ocean of doors swaying in a hammock praying. May your dreams in the shape of sky guide the stars above the chose to stay like scattered pennies the lucky ones lost, then found in the eyes of a wisher, a will, a way. May your vision be to the stars and lashes like hope carry wishes in every sweep embracing love, a kiss to keep~

A Peaceful Wish

~A boy and a girl loved peace.
And so they decided to send this very peace,~

~To the whole world~

~And so they seated themselves around a bright, illuminated candle~

~This very day, they decided too, that they would like something to eat~

~And so, closing their eyes, they began to think, and think a lot~

~Somewhere, a West Wind begins to blow~

~For they were beginning to imagine what it was, that each of them would like to eat~

~ And vividly, like colors, the boy and the girl could see what it is that they were asking for, like a wonderful dream~

~Somewhere, a rainbow begins to sprout~

~The boy and the girl made a wish together~

~And there are all kinds of wishes~

~Sometimes by saying, “I wish! I wish! I wish!”, you can make a wish~

~And sometimes silently a wish can be made, like tossing a coin into a fountain~

~Somewhere, a little fairy whispers into a big dijinni’s ear~

~This was indeed, a very special, peaceful wish~

~ Like fireworks, magic cascades the love to take care of this boy and this girl~

~Who are very beautiful, like you~

~ The benevolent universe, gently bends a smile~

~Messengered by wings on a bird who sings~

~And what was so lovely wished for, this brings~

~Low and behold~

~A food appears before the two, praying around a candle~

~A boy and a girl loved peace.
And so this very peace, was sent to them.
And so this very peace, was sent to all~

For Patrick,

"Your cute" were the first words heard that he said to her and she showed him her Honda element doors that close like a wardrobe, seats that hook up to the side windows with a carabineer, opening latches that springboard with air whistle release, on the pat-terned circles, on knees in a dress with a gold leaf ribbon bowed around the waist of a pink dress cut low and shimmied in distraction factor of a beer pong tournament in the basement. The first time she met him was through her best friend Marla who met his best friend Hank at The Vinyard Café where they worked together , well not like he handed her the silverware to roll in linen napkins, and she tossed dishes to him by a basin of billowed soap with enough Dawn intended to build a bubble bath; her relationship with the dishwasher was dealt in queen of hearts, as she walked into work one day saying "hi" and he answered "hiiigh" and from then on she believed more in him and in smoky eyeliner as a remedy for red eye reduction and wondered if that kind of camera setting had any lasting effects beyond flash, and if it didn’t, it should. The man she would marry would invent it, or something of the like, she decided, and prancing in her lilac dress took a wink from Josh, elbow invested in bubble suds, her stud who loves her dearly, one because she is Hawaiian. And a hostess as well, lighting tea candles, picture editing vas centerpieces of peace lilies and shortened roses, air brushing origami fabric squares of some immeasurable thread count, writing names by glossy editorials on vino in front of a wine cellar back drop of crisscross wood diamond shelves, felt tip relining champagne lipgloss in the restroom mirror, earring catching a glint in the light, a cozy space and she wondered here how Erin and Mike had pulled off some kind of rendezvous, who could sue? She laughed at the then again thought of the missing shower bar in her house and the reason for turning the volume up to an episode of Full House, where the cast is sitting on someone’s bed in an aww moment of lectured insight and complete growth making analogies, holding teddy bears, definitely the most supportive audience her ears had lended to this show ever, meanwhile the plastic beam, a once echelon for dove body wash and fennel marbled exfoliate was being knocked off by Erin and Daniel. She laughed again at her tendency to love those with tendencies to trend in love in her life. Hank, a busboy model who looked strikingly like Josh Heartnet, no seriously she thought, and by instant flash memory her extended vocabulary threw out passé, this phrase as familiar praised as worn nostalgic cliché, in this instance was shined by her realization that, it was the truth, he really looks like Josh, words that in the meeting of someone become renewed and ultimately real, a revolution, a recall of Pearl Harbor posters to the address where she lived preferably signed with his name, words that make the present the future as in recognizing the phrase that existed in the past as no longer just a popular stanza of agreed belief, but the belief is before you, and the moment is beautiful. In his black half apron and black pants and white collared shirt with an anyways tie and Todd’s loafers, he wore a uniform none the less and Marla found dress codes to be all the more the additional mystery of someone. And really playing tag and peek-a-boo and catch up between this and that was more than just a game, it wasn’t a game, they held each other up in the in betweens of the restaurant’s busyness glancing faces to each other that was like a kiss and motivation to keep the momentum, eventually organizing a sweet calm of may in the dizzy of conversational dissonance of unfolded serviettes, every seat purse slung, shawl wrapped, cuff link clinked; and in the holding of aura when the restraurant was at a less frequented hour, the underpinnings of the reverential span of knowledge extended to the rehearsal of etiquette posted and eased by the chime of clocks in the square, knowing a piece of advice Josh once gave to her that the most important moment is now and the most important person in your life is standing before you, whoever that may be. So much is revealed when working toward a common goal that brings a greater appreciation for another, for every little thing about that person, and in this foresight of shared vision, there is a comfort established, an intricacy as well, a greater mystery not to know what a person may be hiding from you, but an acceptance as is that makes the actions and motions of another to be so independently exotic that destiny lends the unfolding interaction to be, each person showing something and hither to and true like casting pebbles one by one gently into a pond with someone standing by, seeing the rings together like a fortuneteller orbs prediction in the underpinning of embrace, in the favor of the strongest current easily detectable and all around named, love. To Marla’s glow, the excitement attached to Hank’s name, she found it only perfect that she was single and that Hank’s apartment, bouncing nickels hopefully in to a cup, she looked to the side. He had been sick the whole night, silent, drifting in between passing out on the coach with the world spinning. And she saw him, heavenly blue, a blue tint, in flaxflower lining briefs riding above, baby blues, heading down towards a cup like it was a north star, windy blue, clear blue and she for some reason wanted to take him to Maine Harbor and immediately got him a glass of water from the faucet and opened the freezer for ice cubes then in reconsideration of this thought the added nuance would be as unnecessary as umbrella straws and cherries on sword toothpicks, and she thought of Great Expectations and the lines by Sophia B. Hawkins, "I’m still recalling things you said to make me feel alright, I carry them with me today now", as she brushed by the limes and tequila, a saltbox blue, and bringing her strands with a hair tie, in a gathered waterfall, she felt more attentive, and outpouring her arms, she placed the glass in his arms like river falls, and she felt with the periphery and the great room steeple beamed above, as if she were in a white boat house, giving him water, hold-ing like a bottle blue, in a circle cup drinking silver pools of surface, the perimeter of the room like sea foam, his hair Arcadian as if seawater had left a breeze and chellaquered a tussle in the color of a turtle’s back nodding underwater green. She thought you are, and he was, everything; running feet behind a small window of Fostoria glass, glow warmed by the milky jade of candlelight, pine needles by a glass door, in a courtyard in a yellow capped shirt, soccer talk by a fountain tree, the lines of plaid patina green, another cross Fremont green, stepping out into the morning sweet beads of water on the handle and palm clearing the window shield, an acre made house a doorstep where she stood with her heart everyday, in the summer, in the summer, reflection glass green the doorbell wondered always heard and always seen, plaid lines on a blanket in waves like sea holly, and in the winter in a fur coat buttoned, the following and previous season a green leaf warmed by the thought of grass and fireflies, met up by the bricks and listening to the roots, "City love" by John Mayer, asking a question for in the frost, spearmint gum from pockets and purses, to Graeters with a hand on her knee singing "Hip, Hip", she thought how I love you here, cologne and aloe scent of curve that in organic chemistry lab a boy was wearing next to her lighting a Bunsen by a ring and she remembered his aura and walked home on the sidewalk of changing leaves a twig sipping green tea warm and citrus orange sitting on a lemon floral futon with a sage disc man and listened with one tear to the song John Mayer "Daughters" missing him the blue satin, the summer, white lace, poolside, sweet base and English binders picturing bows in angel ivory, calls from katydid, the girl who loved rhinestones and jean skirts and in reverence she loved them all the more, olive branch messages, palmetto grove in his smile, she said cherish, all her words, this bed comforting her pawn ducked and shoulders and the pillow hugged, by summer ivy grown on walls vintage black lace and central park halls, you are, she thought darkest teal, sure pink, sundance in India ink, the myth is true, shining through, cactus bloss, California moss, pampas, nettle, shimmering green, brilliant shiraz so seen, silk and press, lemonade aura dress, alarm clock champagne, canvas reflected airplane, gryphon loop shows, dusk stoned nose, valentine a rock, past midnight sock, verbena and shoe laced may, warmth of shawl blanket shea, Kashmir blass, sea holly and glass, indigo dusk rays, sparkling that stargaze, and in a cloudless sky, charm of brass by and by, kite and sweet sashay to flight, time is still this Rhapsody night.
"Granted we’ve known each other for sometime, it don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine" -The Light- Common

The Angels Who Saved Christmas

For Olivia and Maia, two very special angels, in this world of many~

The Angels Who Saved Christmas

“Even in this cold December sky, I know you are the center of my life, and all that could mean”

The sun slowly setting upon the swept horizon, cast a pink bloss blushing the skirted leafless wood of noir stenciled trees surrounding the nestled, cobblestone town of Capella glowing rose-gold, this December eve.

Light reflecting through the square washed upon the steps like exalted bright coral reaching the boughs of a bright, big evergreen adorned with glittering ornaments and wrapped strands of Christmas lights that twinkled every year like brilliant stars, reflecting into a calm pond where swans flutter and sail gracefully, like cradled white boats upon the ocean.

By this bight, big evergreen, Blassy cradled herself, pawn ducked upon the edge of the lake, hugging her knees close to her heart.

And holding reflective thoughts lapping like the waves in rock upon the winter sand in the silhouette of softened mountains less defined by watermark, the remembering of blessed trails, woven and washed by time, swayed a current in her heart, memories pouring precious and forever.

Last December, she had made an angel in the snow, and with a smile, he had asked her, “What are your dreams?” She smiled too, under stars, under understanding and said, “That we may sip eggnog on a snowy porch, and lay in a dry fountain talking about the ocean, and point to double rainbows over a house, and love still pictures caught in motion!”

She giggled thinking of earlier the day long, when they had shared a cup of eggnog,

the autumn before, when they sipped strawberry daiquiri’s laying side by side in the town square fountain that had been turned off for the change in season,

the sunlit day the summer before, when they found two rainbows arcing over the house across the street,

and when they first met, laughing at the pictures they took of one another dancing.

Across the winterscape, he exclaimed to her in response, “I’ve seen your dreams, my dreams too! I believe in you.”

Later into this evening, with a cutsie promenade, she had skipped into the kitchen to see him smiling and patiently waiting for her in an antique gold wooden chair upholstered with stardust cinnamon suede by the Christmas tree holding strands of threaded pearls, bubbles of morning dew powdered ornaments, and tinsel.

She spun in a simple circle, sacheting her velvet, bluebell ball gown asking him to turn her silken pink sash into a bow, telling him all about how one ties a ribbon.

She remembered how this evening she had sprinkled lightly, marigold sugar confetti, holding her delicate hand high above the tiered almond cake, watching in wonder, the decorative, candytuft gem shower upon chanterelle frosting, as he serenaded the words to her, “…A shining star upon the highest bough, and have yourself a merry little Christmas, now.”

And she looked up at him, “Wanna hear the sound of magic?” whimsically and movingly she spoke in a soft manner, “Just listen.” And with her eyes intently careful upon the cake, she kept sprinkling lightly as she had just before, “See?”

“So you must be the cake fairy!” he lightly joked with a loving undertone. Then he said to her, “You really are a snow angel.”

She glanced up, to find an assurance in his eyes, as he reached out his hand, she gingerly rested her palm upon his, and as if beginning a new conversation, breathlessly she said, “I love you.”

How she missed him, since he had just recently moved to Camelot. Blassy tried to be brave, holding onto the words he said to her as he was leaving, “There will be a silver lining, in the clouds.”

But she still felt a sadness this eve, surrounded by sapphire hills and pines. And looking up, she cried one tear into the palm of her hand.

Then as if a miracle, one snowflake in a dizzy may of calm, fell too into the palm of her hand upon her teardrop.

And she remembered a song from when she was a little girl. One she wished to sing to him.

Her voice began to resonate in sweet harmonic, the kindest melody, “As the moon kindles the night, as the wind kindles the fire, as the rain fills every ocean”.

Lifting her palm to the sky, she stopped singing for a moment as the depths of her heart whispered softly, like a conch shell holds the sound of a shore, familiar and mild, “and the sun, the earth”.

She rested her eyes, lovely, upon her palm, and cupping the snowflake tear, to her heart, she quietly sang, “With your heart, kindle my heart,”

And raising her eyes to the heavens, she began to dance, spinning with her arms outstretched to the world, “And take my heart, and take my heart, kindle it with your heart”.

Sweeping her palms up to the great sky, “And my heart, cannot be, kindled without you, with your heart, kindle my heart”.

Bowing forward, she rested her dance by the great lowest spruce brush of the ancient tree.

And said, “I believe in you too.”

Closing her sparking dandelion eyes, her lashes sunset bowing to cheeks, fluttering like her heart forward beating,

she listened to the wind spilling in lells of scrolls, upon hillsides swooping and endlessly returning from slopes of knolls, cursive as calligraphy and loops of lace.

She heard wind chimes shimmering lightly as wishes, in this cascading breath of whirlwind,

that whooshed to a hush.

And yet, the sound of delicate clinking glass,

carried through the sterling artic air like still stars of music.

And as blessing glades of splendid light shined radiance of a balm bloss glow upon her alpen nose,

She rose her eyes, to see two angels standing before her, belled and benevolently harp stranded in praise.

Everything about them was beautiful—their bright faces smiling in warmth and cocoa suede dusk hands in prayer hovering like the cashmere aura glowing from their sunbeam honey halos,

Their lavender, leeward long dresses of love and light, their white, whiffle evensong wings snow hushed in arc, glittering with peace lilies from the mountain of clouds like the color of the sugar moon.

One of them spoke, “ I am Olivia, angel of the water dance, a gentle gem. I give to you this crystal star from my sash. Hold this dear, and with a sigh, ray this up to the sky”.

Blassy now holding the star, lofted the translucent stone, into the evening sky, painted with constellations, and as she did, it began to flurry.

Another sweet voice spoke, “I am Maia, angel of the meadow harmony, a perfect noel, a songbird. I give to you from radiant sash, a silver dove. Hold this dear, and with a sigh, ray this up to the sky”.

The silver dove coo-ed in Blassy’s hand, snuggling into her palm, “Fly, sweet bird”, she whispered in awe, and low and behold, into the sky, swept this bird, singing a lullaby, and with this song, the snow ever white, turned silver, under these wings of flight.

Some say there must be moonlight to turn snowflakes silver, and some say there must be clouds for snow to billow on a crystal clear night.

Blassy believes it is the silver wings of the dove who turns the snow to the color of the moon, and it is the crystal star who brings to her palm, every snowflake, and the many softly falling upon the world like petals of peace lilies from the mountain of clouds feathered upon the wings of angels.


“I will always keep you in my heart, we can be together and apart, it’s all just a dream”

Dandelion

White light rays through alpine bays, lovely rays like dandelions~

Sugar Kiss

Shoulders of strangers embrace enough to whisp friendly by a t-shirt of cologne unknown and to forget to reach your collarbone where barely magnetism is swept a breath of physical reverence~ With sweet anything, a secret starting with one loved by one and love by two and so grew swept forgetful and remembered when spontaneous again the reason for eloping a forever hoping and this action with another undercover lullaby in adoration of miraculous hint of synchronized to the time before, the repetition,  a new and of high moved from the moment of still, aura orb like a shawl shoulder lining reserve and cupped hands by a dove beach basket and white sandals, blowing bubbles with a lift and a chin forward leaning to eyes of him assuring this the distance that is between the air, the proof holding the promise that is destiny, chance for one for always, that in meeting every time, the spinning stars one of infinity crossed in because of this much~ Her nose she slowly brought to remembering in his eyes happening and happening just so a miracle because in return in love from where he had been from, dropped, and all that mattered in awe moving in love,  had never thought that this and knew everyday since of my whole life~ Here, everything in the, myth is holy~ 

Wonder

And a leaf floated from the sky from above
the tree line of exalted bright coral
and she wondered

The Awe Knees of In Essence ~ William Blake Remix!

"The awe knees of In Essence"William Blake Remix

To see the world in pedals of soap
By a milk bow of band
And heaven on a white beach seat in a gem shower
Hold infinity in the, calm of your sash, skating calligraphy in hand
And returnity to feathers, in an illuminated meadow, her power

A canary chupachups
In a frill of no age
Armbend all heaven
In so engaged

A dove-etched sill’d veranda with
Antarctic leafs in pigeon
Folding, softly tell
How a heart ties a ribbon

A luminous star’d plate slept billow
At horizon’s gate
Sea fix moon cascading
Turning sweetly late

A course of cruise
Upon the road
Calls to heaven, prayer kissed branches
Glitter seeking showed

Every on high of
The peaceful mare
A shy burr from the window
Wind ponytailed hair

A skylark tuned in brushes
In the wing
A chariot in wonder,
How blesses all these things

The name’s gently rocking
This trip charms willow stopped sparkles
For eyelight flight
Does the rising sun, will it remember this night?

Every wolf, so precious, and every owl
Do they raise their eyes to this upside-down bowl?
Painting the sky iris in silver circles
Swept upon coal

The mild deer, pairing asks
In so still a stare
Keeping the true land
Whole with paw tucked care

The lamb a new needs embrace,
To moon jump, a bah, the sound of this life
And yes, to give tomorrow
To behold’s wife

The mat that sits at the foot
Of the passenger floor this eve
Has left a mark on the soles
By a heart on a sleeve of love to believe

The owl that calls upon
The beam and night
Speaks in language
To an unbelievable height

He shall, who ever second
On a veil of one and ten
He shall, she shall be loved
For all of men

Is who he, the clocks
The path he soothed
Shall he is, and I am
Forever moved

The boy that fills the car with smoke and a sigh
Shall heal; the writers brilliant words I take a make
They are for you singing to a perfect dial resonating
Numbers in blue
The road skating flecks threading white squares
Gating promenading marks from the city
Lampposts and lells along this ribbon
Bright like crying emrald’s, the sky, so pretty

Whistle tree dove branches
Fountain tear drop leaves
Arms dropping to fold
Black cove pendants
Arched standing one another hold

Tilde turning bowing round
Pedals resolving
Unfolding still ever reaching ground
Pools of palms meet and revolving
One star left in the, on high
Midnight paving lemon
Moss pink satin
Imprint pen inscribe the sky
Peacocks feather of Spanish quartz candlelight
The time of day turning to through night
I turned, flamingo flower bloss bright

And, my eyes
Feel the sunrise

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee mantra’s brief
Will sought the moth and butterfly
For they seekingly dust, forever waves, in the nigh

He shall, she shall the rain in a veil of looping
And half looping link tiered delicate strands of
Placed by held gold to silver told to fold rose
To gold drawn bands on heal compose by ear
The crest of divine, intended seal before her
Her like a curtained wall and in the
Night she felt it all, so small and unable to tell
What she would say, so she would know the sound
Of a shooting star
The door handle of answered ajar
The soft eyes nod and shawled pat
Tree’d gem and rows amazingly at

The compass that brings this delicate song
Earlier the day long
Rung after rung in fountains for strums
Harmony hymns, garrulous angels on whims
Rung after rung, bell and benevolent so to be sung
Flurries gentle features shore and soot
Remembers lamplight sanctuaries featherbed to foot

Buzzing like a honey bee
Is on the artist’s is she

The rinses of quince twighlight globes
And soft eyes shawled the wonder,
In forget, in grace in embelm addressed tags
Locks like bells standing searching lending oval carousels
And all the handles steer zippers of belonging ballerina bags
Thinking of her puppy with a tail which wags
Love is told with clad meant and intent
Meets all the eyes, to plan, invent

It is light, it should be so;
Can all this, was I made for this boy and doe?
And then this we lightfully grow
True this world, we placefully show.

Joy and low star, so then, so fine
In clothing for the soul is divine
Thunder ebb tree leaf, sand, sign
From a boy with spoken line
Saying ‘be true to yourself’, singing ‘be mine’

Hey babe, more than modeling lands
Every charmer in the sands
Every theory from every eye
Drums a ray in returnity

Kiss this knot, by eagle’s flight
Band re’turned through, fits home of light
The seat, the mark, the bellow’s breath, and soar
Car paves soft heat on heaven’s floor
The cable that keeps the trod beneath
Writes hieroglyphics in wheels of wreath
The bezel-set cobalt, fluttering in air
Does it bless these roads, the heaven’s pair?

"The bolder, adore arm’d calling accord shining sun
To palm leading mikes humming unison
The tour bands bar King, his birth for,
Man, all the centerfold on Africa’s shore"

One light swung like sharing sapphires in between cupped hands
Shall sigh and lell the halcyon plans
For fliff harmonics thankful from balmy high
Cuz the whole imagination learns to fly

He who rocks the baby’s safe
Shall he rock’d in age and breath
He who shall reach, and mild in route
The nodding brave shall rock it out

He who protects the baby’s safe
Speaks in clover bells and breath
The mild boys and told hands reasons
Star the roots of the new seasons

The questioner asking where, who, what and why
Shall forever know how to reply
He who replies to words with heart
Doth put the light of knowledge into art

The strongest pose ever known
Above the clear glass cresend of prism tented
By a sighing square tree standing beacon
Emanating light a crown
The clock a diamond circle suspended by silver bells
A circle within a circle to a backpose of white positive space
Like the armor’s iron grace

Zen gold and gems adorn the glow
To peaceful arts shall every bow,
A middle to be embraced, or the cricket’s chirping sigh
Is to heart a fit reply
Like morning birds chupamirtos in the nigh
The purpose behind imply
To love, to love, to love, to mean
All in the heart of divinity’s unseen
And on each other we are meant to lean
All the amazing places, we have been

The every inch, the every mile
Sake name philosophy to smile
He who is heart from gingerly wind seas
Till ever believe, please, please, do what you please

If the sun and the moon should shout
Immediately they’d say to shine about
To be in passion, may you could through
What know could, a bell sash is in you

The more, the ramble for, by the swing gate
Twice lands build that patience wait
The star crossed high from street to street
Shall weave bold nature’s finding beat
The inner shout, the cruiser’s purse
Dance after all before said nature’s first

Every night and every morn
All to wisery are born
Every morn and every night
All are born so sweet, of light

All are born so sweet, of light
All are born to endless height
We are led to believe and by
When we see thro’ the eye
Which was born in a night to cherish in a night
Then the soul slept in beams of light

God hears, and God is light
To: true souls who well in day and night;
Twighlight and a rising bay, carry on this way, this way
Does an angel form array
To pose who well in realms belay?
Because an angel form array
Who rose to well in realms amay
Of may~

"Nothing is worth more than this day."-Goethe-

Miracle

~Before glorious radiance of transformed kindness, miracle, a miracle rearranging dreams asking we turn inner peace softer revealing the world because to love this be beyond in presence radiating reflections magnificent, infinite once of loving emanates within us is constant patterns the canvases of earth a sea rocks in a revolution spoken sounds every small, still, loving voice remembering that innocence within our hearts reveals of someone who sees someone, the world a peaceful muse and sign is time and always yet making is our most noble to begin is complete in all beauty blessing a miracle from brilliance, so brilliant~

Finding Peace

Thunderous boulevard
Treads a wild current,
The footsteps of this gypsy
Away from shaking echoes finding her~
Comfort in the great distance
Balanced savior, the sands of time
The brave alchemy of an arrow
Through the balmy fog~
Beyond blue
A gentle wind upon
Terra Cotta weathered
Upon her knees~
She remembers, a miracle
In the joyful cascade of tears
Of a new day
The sparkle on the beach~
Rushing,
Dancing,
To the ocean and she whispers
To the watermark of destiny~
This essential peace
Is the still,
The halcyon,
White snow I see~
So quiet in wishful repose
The sunrise softly glows
Upon the innocence of a heart
Holding a reverie~
Gracious, hopeful inner child
Blinking in the sun
Uplifting trees
As one~
Patient is honey,
Everything is possible,
And my free spirit is a sunbeam
Pointing to the first star~
And I feel like glass~
Wisp and lilac feathery
Of harp strings, of vivid beauty
Upon an ethereal tapestry
An aura, a hush lovingly~

Namaste

When I think of yoga, I think of a shore of peaceful, blue waves, and a cozy drift of sunlight, blessing honey wood floor panels illuminating a room of great warmth! Yoga is a blessing, and if I could count my yoga blessings, I would find them in a paradise basket made of soft angora holding a Featherstone mountain, a dove song, a snow angel, a canvas painted of the earth, a windswept map, a shimmering moon, a sparkling, glass key, and an open sky~ To me, yoga is soulful like a sweet mimosa, Devine as Cassiopeia, vibrant as starfire, frontier as sailing and the horizon ever unveiling , ancient in stem, rooted and pouring as a waterfall, calmly reflective as a lake, and embracing of the heart, sapphire deep, lightly a glow! I love everything about yoga with all my heart , and I believe my heart has been this much embraced by yoga! Much the same as my heart has been embraced by a poem, a sunset, a hummingbird, much the same as I embrace in return , perfect essence!

Windy Dove Flowers

circles gathering
as if you were a dove
looking upon trees of white orbs of
held bouqets
in sweet praise
like an island of crystal sand
swept gently the wind
into the hand of islands
catching like breath flurries of pedals
illuminating glow of the moon
where stardust settles
and places of squares in mosaic
the bows of shoes rocking lells
of lovely voices talking bells
upon this sacred earth
wells fireworks of light confetti
so bright, like lanterns of bouqeted
lace in the night
like the star patch of freckles,
constellations upon my neck,
to reminisce foward of this beautiful sight
from here this moment
holding a memory and a mark
like a string of a kite and
to let this go to leeward height
looking into a mirror and
looking above
in envisioning this path
may you be this dove~