REQUIEM OF PAST

Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.”P. Coelho

   
Requiem of  Past

I can see the tears falling

on the inside

of your body, tears poised

quietly behind your ribs.

You sit on leather or wood and

wait to be courted,

a long life skirting around a dance;

you barely realize the red farmhouse

quickly passing on the left.

You strain to hear the horse grazing,

the tiger lilies blooming orange,

the tall trees keep preaching as the

shimmering sun embraces brown bark.

You pray life will keep on showing you.

I can see your tears falling

as you feel the salt crystals creating

your pathway of stepping stones,

all while the warm July rain falls.

TJK

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SUPER MOON

               “Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.”  Allen Ginsberg

Super Moon

The moon's memory fills the absence of you by day.

I am fluid by the reflected light of you by night.

I need to know we are both under a

super moon somewhere tonight.

Without the wisdom of your wholeness

to satiate my eyes, texture and taste of salt,

strength and shade on skin,

the day comes to my soul and

I walk blind until the next time

your full moon enlightens my vision

bequeathing  me with your inner beauty.

I wander in the new dark until

I am illuminated by your vision of white.

Your brilliance is the elixir of my truth

flowing through the veins of my life.

I bend and stare at white electric luminosity

filling the black of my hundred eyes, and 

again I feel your compulsory pull. I am

awed with a singular ravishing of love in

a world where I once stood eminently alone.

TJKG

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PERMANENCE

That which is impermanent attracts compassion. That which is not provides wisdom. Stephen Levine

Permanence 

Let my heartbeat be 

as visible as your tattooed ink.

Let my exhaled truth be as 

evident as a stream of steam

billowing in the snowy cold.

Let my intent imprint your soul

while I am
whispering the warm words of love to your heart.

Let the depth of my truth know the nourishment of earth

as we stand under the moon near a tarnished urn of past.

Let the sun feed the  

sturdiness of our  roots as I tattoo you

onto the pulp of my life.

TJKG

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