Open doors
13 April 2017
Sniffing free
Immortality
Whistling through
Winds so true
The doors knocking to the beat
Of the prancing feet
Breathing hard
Looking past the shard
On the cheek
Of the meek
Death transcendence April tool
Journey of the fool
Open doors
Nightingales cross floors
Bending cores
Welding shores
The shaking limbs keep me scores
Of the records’ stores
Reading of the poem:
The Song of the Stones – Trobar de Morte
Natural Dance – Trobar de Morte
The Pagan Way – Trobar de Morte
Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light
14 August 2016
Come feed me your night in cosmic swirling
In black holes that swoon through tempest of day
Molten sun and moon in my veins blood sway
To rhythm of your flight in the soul twirling
Through purple twilight like cloak unfurling
Fresh rains of monsoon sprinkling scent of hay
Nightingales that croon to end of dismay
Your shadow in sight meets toe uncurling
Cover my lips sigh with your breath in haze
Birth my frame tremor of drowsy delight
For hearts don’t deny when mind is in daze
When the cheeks’ palour shows foregone the fight
Spill in waters high all your sunshine’s glaze
Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light
Reading of the poem:
Meet me by the Water – Rachel Yamagata
Dance into the Wild
10 August 2015
Darkness splits from light
Silver rays of moon beckon
Unseen worlds will rise
Melodies clamour
Weaving a way through time’s space
Words respond entranced
Entwining souls meet
On the edge of horizons
Where Truths defeat lies
Skin from skin twitching
Palpable as volts shiver
Through frames fitted pair
Night breathes out softly
Moistness of lovers’ embrace
Breathing wilderness
Break away from day
As crows and nightingales bond
Dance into the Wild
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