Metaphysical thoughts cast shadows on
moonlit crystals as they morph into
ladies in waiting dancing around your crown.
A princess of the night moved by the day, you move
from the shadow of man into the world of trees and
stones. Smoothed strokes on stones flung far in your
waters sprinkling the night with ribbons of spray as you
wash your body in the moonlight. I stand in awe as I
travel the night by the stream and see your blonde hair
starlit in the pool's reflection bathing the night with your
beauty. You’re naked only to carnal man. Nature holds
you in natural pose as you walk in the beauty of your
night. To be with one so real, so angelic is why I walk
these paths at night. Searching for my place in this world.
Troubled no more by the darkness that prevails, I cast my
glance to how you move with grace and purpose. Your
feet carry air underneath as you seem to glide over my
now growing wood. I am smitten by your metamorphic
nature. Reincarnated from my dreams I sense how
powerful you truly are. I am truly walking on holy ground
as your body is lain down amongst the sleeping field of
wild flowers. I inhale your essence as the scents fill my
mind with resolve and an inclination that I must continue
on through the night. I cannot navigate the night as you.
Obstacles force their way to my feet catching me by the
arm or scratching me with thorns and brambles. Yet I
transport my thoughts to where you are. The darkness is
thick as I try and swim my way through the swift black
that holds currents fast against me. I breathe yet no
breath is in me. My muscles ache as the fire of life steals
my strength. You’re just ahead in the dark. The moon full,
casts its glow on you. Your fingers beckon me forward,
yet my feet are mired in the dark. I struggle against the
weight of stars and moon, shadows beguile me, yet I
move not. On hands and knees I struggle for life as
darkness captures me. A child of Light I am, yet darkness
becomes you. I lay in my stupor, failing once again yet I
sense a light shining on my face. I stand once again in
awe as you draw back the curtain of darkness to reveal
the dawn. You wrap the darkness around your shoulders
as my feet move again. Till the dusk takes me away to
the night I am yours I hear you say. Your life morphed
into the love that I have sought as you moved the night
away just for me.
© rb. 2007
YOU say it PROUD!
Randy Rand
Quite a poem of deep expressions!
Warmed in the Spirit, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheoxoo
STay Positive! and this poem is exquisitely beautiful! As fractals of a detailed crystal!
Love Tinka
Imagery that really takes me to another place--gossamer is the word that comes to mind. Very beautiful. Eileen
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo