At dawn,
still water mirroring
emerald silence
of forested hills
marching up to mountains
on all sides,
we set out across the loch
when tide was high and blue
with cloudless sky,
oars trailing coiling whirlpools,
the hiss of water underneath
and creak of rowlocks on still air,
while beneath our boat
the ocean filled with pulsing jellyfish,
delicate,
clear mantled,
ringed with purple,
bright against the dark of depth.

`

Raindrops trickle on the forest's brow
Forming transparent puddles,
That reflect your querying face
And catches the dream of a moment.

Storm cells brew on the radar,
Fearful in their presence as they pass
Life on the brink of forever's portals
Until thunder morphs into cuddles .

In the streams your form takes shape,
Eyes that gaze with hope and love
Flowing into a moving river of blooms
Summer showers caress the fields.

`

Halos fill my eyes
In the distance there is no light
Words come and go then disappear
Only to reappear partial and broken as lies

The pain surges and pulses
With each heartbeat
And will not end

Objects appear before me
Breathing and taunting
Close
Much too close

I reach for a shadow
That was never there
Brushing it aside
Into the air

The ache
The pain
Is always there

Branded by the fire
the smoke entered
the room of love
where naked hearts
beat patina seconds

the walls wept with
rust and waves of
rivulets caressed
the cut where the
blade sought
dorsel dreams

and they met
while heaven drowned
and hell crept

the brands of light
falling like cries

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