Daguerreotype days,
sepia-toned and wistful scenes:
scenarios surreal in nature,
clouded, azure hillocks rolling
gently horizon-ward.

Her eyes reward perception
with love,
emanating breath-wise;
ascending, spiral-centered,
tube-torus’d and phi-ratio’d
golden sections.

In you, there is me.
We are One
beyond sensation,
beyond illusions of
separation,
an endless void permeated
by consciousness.

We are
Islands of self-delusion
flocking south for
the soul’s winter, unconsciously
obeying Demiurge’s declination
of our final destination, determined
by genetic predisposition.

Railing ceaselessly against
destiny’s draw,
the cards fall where they will,
human will but a straw house
buckling against
the fulsome typhoon
of God’s karmic breath.

Peace lies beyond the waves,
over the horizon
multi-hued by colors beyond
conception, depths beyond
perception, heights beyond
the inception of life lived
past self-deception.

In me, there is you.
We are two,
beyond what is only true ,
dichotomous existence
being but a clue
as to the scope of
rising hope, in the form of
scintillating isotopes
soaked in colloidal
cultures, saturated by
sin.

Digital depictions distance
us from the din of day’s
transition to night, the
soulful cry of the moon’s
delight, upon rising by
divine right,
a sublime sight indeed,
casting ivory-hued rays
over landscapes beyond
day’s reach.

Her eyes deny the
lies, at their very essence
contrived, mere sties
occluding sight that belies
what is soul-felt and
eternally right,
that is, the omnificent
and preternatural
might, coexistent with
love expressed at the
Speed of
Light.