The hunter's moon (Prey tell...)

Sitting alone
beneath the moon
I feel my loneliness
like never before
but don't
mistake it for a defect
for it is a gift-
an arcane hunger for
wanting the food of life...
for wanting love

I want to be love

be the might of my convictions
and the fire of my dreams

make me love

cast aside the lazy haunts
of all the wrongs I've committed

be my love

touch the light in all the living
let me touch your beating heart

and live in love

Waxing on

Funny, how the moon tonight
in its diminished stature
still shines so brightly

Magic, really, how what is, is
and that what is cannot be changed
but what will be, can

And in the bright light of
what is, I know that I will be kissed
once again, by the fullness of what will be

am I drinking the wine, or is it drinking me?

Brian's song :)

When it is time
the dark will be eclipsed by the morning's light
When the time is right
Flower's petals will unfold and drink the sun
When the time has come
the ocean will  rise up and kiss the sleepy shore
Always coming, always going
For
When the day has at last arrived
the light will replace the dark of night
In time
the light will slip away and become the night
When the heavens open
your love will surely know the light

The divine right

Let not my heart be weighted

Nor my love be blind or shaded

If my light be sadly faded

When love comes once again fated,

Knocking at my door

May two fiery souls’ union

Come to me none too soon then

With a blessed and warm reunion

Of souls' unabashed communion,

Oh love, come call on me

Deja Boo

I was standing in K Mart just a little while ago, and saw some costumes hanging from the ceiling. One in particular was a quite glitzy purple princess gown with golden embellisments and a tall, conical hat, of course. It reminded me of being little, when fantasy and magic could sweep me away to a place that was so incredible that it could not possibly have been unreal. There have been times in my life when real life has felt just that good. 
 

For a minute I worried that it has been so long since I've felt that. Has life beaten me down so much that I just don't go there any more? Is the mask that I'm wearing hiding me from what I really want to be? Or am I simply hiding behind my fortress of fear, whose unquestionable presence never fails me, from life's greatest gifts? 
 

In my book study/class last week we talked about how God wants nothing but the best for us and that God doesn't understand sin. How could he, if he is the true light of love? Love is not an obligation. Not real love, anyway- so God can be nothing but light. So WHY do I shrink away from thinking that I should have life's greatest happiness? God is not holding against me, or assessing penance, for the wrongs which I fear I must recompense.
 

How many times do I have to be here? Kinda' scary, huh?

We are neither here nor there
we are not now or then
we will never be what we see
beyond the shimmering lights

the space between the air we breathe
and the absence of thoughts
of what we need
beyond the confines of reality

we are

L'anatta

Do you ever wake up in the morning,
wondering why the same players
take the stage in your recurring dream?
Why does life give us the laughter,
the tears and the wisdom
each time we close our eyes to dream?
Is each blink just another curtain
opening to the cast of players
who came to give us a reason?
Is each tear wiped away just
a cleansing of debris to see the new?
Is each breath filled with ecstasy,
infusing the trillions of bits of life
that we are?

That WE are...
for you are my dream
you are with me
you let me be better
you love me in our hurt
you relish our laughter
you honor our love

Where do those ladies go?
The ones in the boxes
sawed open by
men in magic capes
whose evil desire
to cut open
the living spirt
of a lovely lady
who just
suddenly...
disappeared
from her life?

Do you remember the days when "life" could have held me from this living?
"That's not a star, that's a satellite..." 
...but oh, she is not that, anymore...

dark marble clouded sunset

When love hangs in the air
like storm clouds melting across
a colorful sunset sky
whether it's the dark
that cuts through the light
or the light  that breaks through
the darkness
There is dark
there is light
and there is us

Fallen

She breathed in, and then out again

air

colder than the dark afternoon

as if

death had already seized her limp and careless

soul

Staring into the gray blue autumn

sky

watching the still clouds freezing

as if

the very last moment before the ice age came

to stall

Remnants of life, love and hope

in

the pictures etched by the sharpness of the bare, stark

twigs

that cling listlessly to the yellow threads of the power of

life

Lingering in the cold, all alone again til the warmth of her

breath

shattered the stillness of death's frozen

scene
when she dreamed of sleep's blanket, to awaken one

day

the new life, the hope, and the treasure of

being