Worshipped

 

My eyes are satellites, pupils

grazing on space and time,

starlight illuminated

daisy chain pathways

Pointing to

the stained glass windows of you.

A church where I lay my truth.

 

The horizon of heaven sits uneven,

but perfect. Unseen but worshipped.

 

Angels are real. I know,

as fingertips brush off

old memories leaving only

kisses. butterflies stitching

the heart inside a cosmic embrace.

 

And my lips fall apart,

jealous of those fingertips, prise

a word from the soul,

A wrenched free

whispered prayer.

Becoming one in a silent amen.

 

A ripple, in the

swollen blush of an ocean.

for my heart sits beholden,

my cheeks - A field of roses,

To dance on.

A glance of untold truth.

And in cadence of song, I hold on to

A lifetime of memories

Stuck like glue. Even when you are

gone, I still feel you.

 

I'm whole when wrapped in

the pulsing sonar of your heart,

a soul star chart of happiness.

In a wish, of static that clears

to nothingness, a fog that drifts

into crystal-clear fidelity.

I'm on my knees and exalted waves

Of tears weep from me.

 

A dream turned to fantasy.

A duet in a heartbeat.

In rhythmic poetry...

You glow. You glow.. You glow...

And I will never dull your lightshow.

 

You swim through every river,

In every sunbeam, you stand

in every mountain, In every dream.

You move me. To move me.

To make my feet flow free.

So I too can feel every blade of grass

this earth has gifted me.

And I'll gift that lifting joy right

back to you. With a promise of more,

Every day of this story read through.

 

My lips speak in reverie

as your aura encircles me,

An aurora of eternity, and I'm glowing

from the light you pour like honey.

And your lights are not just northern,

But all-encompassing, every dot

on a compass, every tick on every clock,

every key turning in every lock.

And every plink of every piano

Echoing. Love me. See me. Hold me.

 

And I do. I do until time is through,

And into eternity, I'll keep seeing you.

Feeling truth, bleeding hope through

love starved roots. Until a tree of life

breaches the earth, growing to the moon.