Magical moon tides guide the seas sexual seasons dancing in synastry.
How could they not touch us... the emotion filled bodies that we are.
Everything is interconnected.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Poetry Corner: The Dream Weaver's String Palette

Love's birth, joyfully dancing in the musical
with the ignorance of a little knowledge
giving birth to the conception of self
the light of sunrise demanding
to dare to dream

silver-blue moonbeams shine on shape-shifting forms
the wisps of allegory rising from the mist
whispering secrets in ever earnest ears
haunting sleepers
to dare to dream

collecting colorful pebbles along the path
butterfly wings spin swirling colors in search
of the quintessential flavors of life's essence
reminding the messenger
to dare to dream

polarized for magnetic attraction
legs entwining without beginning or end
in unison, music and romance grace the dance floor
seducing even distant lover's
to dare to dream

releasing the push beyond rational reason
before blood curdling heat boils over liver red
growth's needs disregarding multiple perspectives
forcing the living
to dare to dream

echos from distant shores of why
there are unanswerable whys
and few grails worthy of the holy search
igniting all explorers
to dare to dream

enduring quietly in the lair of wisdom's growth
laid bare in celestial contemplation
feeding the ancestral tree of tradition
rooted in the strength
to dare to dream

humanity's quantum chaos stringing lives together
as electrical storms charge the heavens
illuminating neon insanity
awaiting inspired genius
to dare to dream

lifetimes spent searching to ride the perfect wave
to Poseidon's salty embrace
rising from below conscious depths
inviting the surfer
to dare to dream

icy swords slice illusions' veils
exposing hidden hearts truths
encasing passions flames reserved for the brave
the caged bird finally set free
to dare to make dreams real

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