Friday, April 19, 2013

The Lover

The painters came here to deliver a message from God
No, they did not
these deserts are a kiss from a lover who will not leave
who vowed his heart to the scarab's magic and the wind's caress

In this starlit space
we see each other
not just you and I but all our selves, yearning explosions of life
I dance on the cosmic ground and hold all I know of you

The curve of beauty is everywhere
golden seams and quartz melodies
there is no perfect there is no one and same
Somehow I am still alive in this madness, singing

and in the question came the answer
and in the journey came the home
and in the paradox came the embrace

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