To Ms. Morning
1
This star like snow,
walks down a line, the dividing
A south of horizons.
A boy of Flanders,
winterclad, angeled, and heralded,
Points to moving heavens - And
all the shine - the lifetimes fleet - is known.
Listen to his heart,
for the faint things that he wants.2
'This star like me,' says. 'Combust
the possibilities of this moment; Exhaust
the beauties of this life... with me.''Hearts like ours...' whispers - Much like
a stray star becoming dawn.
The resplendency of their residuals;
A comet, its residence.3
This star like psalms
of air, or just unutterably -
A poem surrendering no sounds
maybe - a drift of longing, insuperably -"I desire -"
What beautiful words.02 Feb 2016
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Crowning Love
PoetryListen to his heart/ for the faint things that he wants - Halley's Crowning Love is an exploration of the forms and notions of carnal and incorporeal love, and other beautiful human things. A/N: The Roman numerics (I, II, III, etc.) are Groupers. Gr...