In The Pour Of Tomorrow's Scriptures


Daybreak

Orange bursts beneath blue rises
covering the black satin of a midnight past
where the sun slowly drifts
as the moon fades with a sigh between each star


Morning Scriptures

Awakening with the taste of honey
brushed new upon warm whispers
Spooning with reminders
of last nights beg of forever's
deep in the middle of surrendering
The rest of our lives


Daydreaming

If I had words I would use them
somehow they get lost in translation
Pages turn and chapters fly
the world spins
people are everywhere
and then there is You and I
The music plays
the quiet lays still
and I find the syllables
to paint myself out of this dream
Into the real
the beauty of how I feel
"I Love You"


Evening Spills

Backporch curled around in a southern glow
as the swing sways to the cradle of our wrap
Blankets covering fingertips dancing in delight
candles inside burning to the rhythm of two souls
melting breathlessly as one


Midnight Pours

A writer writes the lyrics
A poet sings the melody
A man's heart smiles
in the breath of a beautiful hush
as he has it all
And I have Everything
I have You
And We have
all the Moon's and Sun's of every Tomorrow

Even Rainbows Cry


Outside my window
lavender blossoms sway inside the tears
of August heat
Come early this end of June.
I know not why
I surrender to human frailty so easily these days
life and death
joy and sadness
compassion and anger
All dots connecting
trying to soak a beard flushed from a river
that won't stop flowing.
Does it make me a coward
am I weak
or could it mean I'm a child of the 50's
not grown up in the 21st century?


Is there a God that can tell me why I breakdown
over thoughts that won't go away
Over nightmares that I can't quite remember
but still fear will come find me and take me away
Over the simplest scenes that touch my heart
while sitting there watching the small screen?
No, there are no answers somewhere over the rainbow
even the man in the mirror could be your worst enemy
if he speaks the truth and it's more than you can handle.

The cost of a rope or a bullet
is far cheaper than feeding a family
And that's a Damn Shame!


I hope I will always have tears
always be touched
always be loved
For without such Grace
life would be tarnished beyond Hope
And with no one to blame but myself
we all know how that could end

My how beautiful the lavender blossoms are.




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Sacred rain falls free
spilling whispers
beneath the glaze of moonlit surrender
Capturing magic with eyes
in-sync
uncovering eternal promises splashing
tongue-tied wishes
between the melt of lingering forever
in the heart of our drown.
Depths crumble with want
hungry kisses
fueled by the burn of pillowed descent
embracing celestial fever
exposed
in the blush of your nectar.
I belong to our flame
worshiping the wrap of love's warmth
Take me in the wings of your beg
as I release the thunder of my heartscape
Pouring all that I breathe
into your beautiful crave


I am veiled in the gossamer garment
of your emerald gaze,
submerged in transcendent reflections
of your breath cast upon the windowpanes
of a delicate heart, lost in the euphoria
of the salvation etched in the exhales
of your essence, scribing the unwritten silence in
pearled benedictions, beyond an invisible ink
that bleeds into scriptures of translated confessions,
as every hushed trace of my fingertips
unravels the layers of your heart,
and unleashes the voice within the realms
dangling between pouted lips
tasting home that has been awaiting
beyond the pink altar
of holy-water stained kisses,
beckoning this soul to awaken
from the shadows of tear-drowned candlewicks,
into the elegant amber flicker
of your immaculate midnight blaze,
as I curl into the corners of your timeless smile,
intoxicated in heart-orchestrated serenades
of jasmine-fragranced dreams
illuminated in the memorized silhouette
of your love cascading upon me,
soft as the lullaby of stardust
falling upon the revelation
of answered prayers,
an unwavering balm transforming these
broken fragments of me,
into the whole of us


Crossing thresholds
swimming
in a harvest of butterfly strokes,
branded by the plunge of ocean swells
coiled in curved ache,
I starve for velvet swallows
bathed in the cloak of cradled sighs
saturated by the gentle slide of your harbor
as we devour the thirst of tangled sway.
Lay bare the pleasure of our appetite
take me to shelter
hold me there
in the arms of all we feel
buried inside a stir of murmurs
echoing in symphonic verse,
yearning to bookmark the pages
of every unwritten poem,
Braille-quilled from the colors of your heart,
into soul seasoned passages
of love-saturated orchids,
arched in the frail winds
of a suede-parchment destiny,
brushed in the art of dream-drop secrets,
falling like cashmere upon blossoms
of an azure-trembled longing,
savoring the beauty of
this love's fragile truth,
finger-painted in ivory memoirs,
nestled, so softly, in the syllables
of your soul-kissed passion
penned upon the canvas of my body
in sanguine-composed sonnets of fate
that redefine the religion
of eternity








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