My moon, my muse… All but absent for now, just a waxing crescent, a blade of light cutting through the glittery night. Never forgotten. A sleeping beauty, you will awaken ever so slowly, revealing your eyes as destiny dictates. I dream in your warm glow, the subtle moments we share, as I have learned to […]
Read more "Muse…"पूर्णिमा Welcome! It’s been a while. How could I have lost touch with my celestial yearnings, that never ending, ever present love affair? But everything is somewhat at risk of being obscured behind veils of humdrum life and the eternal to-dos of a day… As are we… I see you had a spectacular halo yesterday! Funny […]
Read more "Purnima…"Do you know what I mean? Have your eyes really seen? Words of wisdom to set us free by good old Reggie… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4ZwRpgR5YM
Read more "Love songs…"O Mistress moon where are you roaming?
Hear me out, for true love’s calling,
As thou rise both high and low,
And trip the light fantastic,
Love’s a journey so ecstatic,
Every shining star doth know.
Read more "O mistress moon…"What is love, ’tis not tomorrow,
A fired warmth that melts my sorrow:
What’s to come, is still unwritten.
Delay not, get down and dirty,
So come kiss me sweet and shiny,
The time is now for I be smitten.
Rise again, Silent affection. Here she comes, In my direction. Shining bright, Glistening gold. A gentle whisper, Kisses my soul. Squeeze my heart, Hold me tight, Colour my dreams, Till the morning light.
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White pill of night,
Come… heal my soul.
While I lie swinging,
Make me feel whole.
Sing me a lullaby,
Tell me a tale.
Of the wheres and the whys,
From your wondering soul.
Magic my being,
Fill me with peace.
Open your heart,
And together we’ll feast.
I’ll whisper of love,
Of my yearnings and pain.
And a passionate simmering,
To be creative again.
Yes my heart is on fire,
As my soul is connected.
See me burn with desire,
I shall be resurrected!
Ah but as you recycle,
So I must flow.
And night after night,
So I bathe in your glow.
As I trust in this rhythm,
Of patience and virtue.
That one seed at a time,
Will I earn what I’m due.
So till tomorrow my friend,
For my dreams are now calling,
Not that I feel like but…
(I have work in the morning)
And this unfinished business,
This road trip ‘au noir’,
We’ll continue next time.
So, for now, ‘Bon Soir’…
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