s.wordthruheart

The wind that blows between us      can be illusion; can be a light The home that either is not there or is. The whole world hangs in the balance of a simple coin toss:      whether the light flicks on or off      whether the walls are black or white Oh, the vision passes over me in the electrocuting air –      I've never met you      I am driven to my inner edge at your despair – You are a voice that's in my heart – more and more each moment      we join through to thought      – it isn't real, this dream      holding hands floating down the riverstream – The wind brings the world in a basket of chocolate fruit –      you never know where's the worm,      the snake is companion evermore –      I will not cry or scream but keep still and learn – I know this life it never ...

 A Spell-Poem Once For You ------------------------- I close my eyes and walk in faith through whatever valley you lie down in to the bottom - I'll be devoured to the bone - I see how you see - when you went below but unlike anyone, who'd be maldeformed by what they saw, you return unharmed harmed only by exteriorities permanent frazzle but no disease Your spirit soars, outside and in -  your words are slurred, and stumble out They claw you to consume your clout I only saw what you did in the way that had to be seen, before you could see it cause where does it live?  You have to live it. And in my heart I posit the question: will you be part of this world or no? Tonight's the blood full moon - for most prophetic terror - I recall that blood red is your favorite hue -  it is a different moon for you. You come to one to be reborn -  or, on another level, I read the plea scrawled on the other side so faintly, secret to itself: a bid at last to rest your battle soul...