Monthly Archives: January 2009

She strolls through the bright fields of my soul,
spiritual fields of celestial plants
which have white suns attached to their stems
as their flowers,
petals of sunlight.

Her fingers grip the fiery flowers,
picking them,
and she tears each burning petal off,
she destroys my soul
asking whether I love her or not,
she will not stop until she has
picked the petals
of all those illuminating flowers,
dismembered all those suns,
leaving the celestial plains of my heart
in utter darkness,
leaving the spiritual fields of my soul

Each memory
a sphere of light,
a circle,
a pearl.

Each illuminating memory
that we share together,
a sphere of light,
a circle,
a pearl.

Each pearl
illuminates from the sky.
A star
that I pluck
and string together for you
into a sparkling necklace.

On our final night
under a dark sky
you were glowing
and I was warm.

I want to plant your voice,
roots of whispers
echo down to the ground,
screams and moans
sprout and flourish
into a crystal tree called heaven,
and off the branches
the angels dangle
like dead fruit . . . .
Now why must it be
my turn to leave your lips?

My love for you
is like blue skies
and I see you . . . .
A dove in a tree . . .
I yearn for you
to fly through the blue skies of my love.
Please fly in the warmth of my heart, which is the sun
that touches your face with light.
Please fly in the caress of my arms, which is the wind
that feels your wings in flight.
But you do not want to fly in these blue skies . . . .
Blue skies turn gray.
I begin to rain down tears, raindrops . . . raindrops . . .
raindrops . . . raindrops . . .
that you bathe in and quench your thirst with.

I thunder in pain and scream out flashes of lightning . . . . Echoes of light . . .
Maybe . . . you do hear me . . . but do you need this storm?
What about the chorus of the raindrops?
Do you not hear the tears say “I love you” before each one kisses your sacred body?
I feel so empty.
I miss you.

Last night,
my body was the sky.
I felt sizzling stars
glowing underneath my skin,
shining starlight through my pores,
one of my pupils was the sun
and the other was the moon.
The emboldened sun raged
with flames and rays,
sending its light down my body,
illuminating its side
of my face and body,
but with leaving the moon’s side dark.
My body was divided
into two parts:
the blue day and the black night.
My body was the sky,
last night,
I felt ten birds
fly from one part
of my body to the other,
from one part
of the sky to the other.
The ten birds made a voyage,
last night,
soaring all over my body.
Those ten birds
were your ten fingers.