a touch of soft skin
your lips meeting mine
closing your eyes
look, see the sign
releasing the magic
crossing the line
surrendering all
come, let me dine
sparks of white light
exploding, divine
dance of two souls
mystics entwine
kneeling before you
expose now your shrine
most sacred demands
oh lover, be mine
Searched from the lowest valley
to the peak most high
Looked under every stone
and behind even the tallest wall
Finally
gave up the search
Before the next moon
there you were
in wonderful glory
in miraculous beauty
in amazing love
in perfect loveliness
God’s greatest gift
stood in front of me
and said “hello”
and I looked askance
and I risked a smile
and I chose to hope
and I found belief
that He had destined
our crossing of paths
Over a year later
my love for you grows ever stronger
I revere you
I adore you
I surrender to the love we share
I thank God
that you are mine
and I too
am yours
two eyes
two visions
merging
separating
perceptions
sensory cues
images stored
retrieved from the mind’s eye
echoes of yesterday
ripples into tomorrow
touching today
meeting in an instant
can one eye perceive depth?
can two eyes not project?
memories of a distant view
perceptions of a moment new
seen by one or two
undertake the next coup
intermingled
thoughts, visions, feelings, beliefs
coupled with another’s
creating a new reality
ride the new waves
curtail the resistance
recognize the new reality
built on a word
and a look
and a dream
in an instant
here and now
hear and know
see and renew
be and believe
trust and perceive
in a moment conceive
and all is well
here in this space in time
where two meet
and join
as one
Looking up
He saw the man staring down at him
The resemblance was uncanny
His mood changed at once
From confusion to fright
From dimness to darkest night
Lost in the moment
Frozen in this sight
He stilled his breath
He gulped for life
An instant’s choice
The fate of life
Looking down
He saw the man staring up at him
He laughed in that particularly evil way
The reaper had taught him so long ago
The paralyzed man was seeking
Was struggling for the comfort of a breath
Denying the impossible truth
That he was so near death
He laughed again
In spite of the view
That held him caught
In perspective new
Looking up
He begged for another chance
Why is the messenger upon me?
Is this the final dance?
The reaper bared his sickle
Time could wait no more
He readied for the final cut
Prepared for this next chore
An instant of indecision
Stopped his hand in flight
Remembering the moment
Caught in a flicker of light
He handed the blade to the other
And the other wasted no time
Sliced into the messenger
And leapt into sublime
Forever destiny held
The reaper’s son lives on
First kill was his maker
Ascension of the spawn
