“If this is an escape,
let the world we create
be a fantastical world,
a relief from shadowed life.”
The key you held,
unlocked a hidden door,
and what emerged
was not stale or putrid,
but fresh
in that light.
I have cleared a space.
I have cleared a space
where the whispering
of your voice,
the spark penetrating light
of your eyes
can cleanse.
Where your velvet touch,
your jasmined breath
can heal.
Let me soul take flight.
In my dreams,
I meet you
and from dreams
I grow.
No ordinary life for you
my muse.
Your hear, full
and open,
is my focal point.
Like an antenna,
holding the direction –
this dream –
holding the place solid.
Pivot of my life,
spellbinding embrace.
Your heart, open,
found me.
My dream,
not judged
but listened to
with a light continuance.
The idea poised –
materializing
at any moment,
inspired.
I call you, muse
and each time,
in no time,
a flood of fresh
sustaining milk.
A lightness,
but also
nothing,
nothing at all.
Sometimes,
I block the flood of light
while begging for more.
You receive
and give back
a cleansed purity –transforming the dross
with your voice.
This trembling love –
I reach out
and touch the moist air
or go within.
The warmth
pulls me to that point.
Sometimes I
feel you
in the air
like an echo
in my ear.
Your voice,
warm, smiling.
Walking beside me.
Walking inside.
vibrating.
Close.
The birds begin their song
outside my window.
A dark stillness
alive with
one bird,
many birds.
Steady, rich-throated.
Some higher, some lower.
An owl hoots,
receives an answer.
A symphony.
Delight.
My voice,
before under careful lock
without key,
soars.
Like a delicate crane,
you lifted out the crystals
lodged deep.
The beauty of what
once lay rough and buried,
honed against your shaping stone
surfaces polished,
smoothed.