And how she said we live inside a dream already over, never waking, except to be born and to die as fire tipped candles brush the night and beautiful whispers on our lives, decide, not to be broken again on the sighing signs of heavens unfinished craft, the open doorway to forever, the diamonds of her memories that laughed all springtime into being and then the footsteps of her child unborn along the sandy dayscapes darling gardens path, already over, her destiny and ours unfinished sleeps itself across the dreaming beaches of the past and is forever in some moment too much of itself to crash each moment uncoiled rolling back, she whispered her heart to you I recall, just too much to be unbound, and in those tides, of time, we remember only that, in waking, her voice was every notion of our clouded milky gaze drowsing and benign, unformed, in birthing cauled and brawny dawn sky fires of hue to bountiful of truth, sky blue, she looks into me, and that is how she is that which made her angel listing shapes, the decadent joyful states, and their escapes of the escape, where we were beyond ourselves, the stars and seven clamouring seals of the mazes face and blessing, by the briars and the roses and the wine of some diaspora from the perfect mathematics of her body and its lack, a dream already over, I recall she whispered and I dreamed of her to come again unmatched, undying, and awoken, in the holding once forever, the unfinishing of loving that she called to me from grace, the dancing hands and billion arms of stars shine, for you, my lost one, until you forget who I am and return me to your eyes and live me, into dreams, dreamings that are already broken nowhere heights, dances in delight with all moments in the geometric crown of all she is wise, not knowing, never knowing separation not in waking as we die, and come again into the light, unfinished, already over, like a dream or a promise to some future that will never be: https://youtube/watch?v=0mnrHf7p0jM
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 01:46:03 +0000