When I am Alone I Hear You

There is some warm sky waiting
for me full of her sweet blue
fire, blue machined hills
and telephone days.

Her hidden arctic glass
images buried deep in her
sweet mind have
become essential
to my heart.

“Will you please take my fire
skin in the dark?” she asks
like a bird between the moon
and sky on a dark winter night
of snow falling.

I become a green blossom dream
laughing and floating through
her window on the breeze, for
in my heart she always makes
it spring.

Finite Fine Night

I did not have a corpus
absolutely wonderful like
a sunshine high in the
mountains- totally free
and unhindered by time.

 

Everything was speaking to
me in

G
L
O
R
I
O
U
S

voices- “You’re welcome here,
you belong!”

No form, and matter became
minor. Floating free and
formless with a glow over
me like a face looking
down- fuzzy no true
focus did I have.

There was a distinct yet
dim diffusion of

B
E
A
U
T
Y

Waves of light and sound
washed
over me
and
through me
deep into my mind-
the key-
washing my mind
out glowing.

Voices said, again:

W
E
L
C
O
M
E.

Again things lost in the fuzz, and

P
E
A
C
E

Descended upon me
a soul jangle  in the
timeless fuzz
of dreams
and

A
G
A
I
N

that yellow fuzz- was it in fact
a face at all?

It was light and like a flower
I grew towards it
uncurling
unfurling
twisting my stem formless, yes
reaching out for but not quite
touching on this
finite
finenight.