Free Verse # 216 (the prayer of her heart)

I sent my poem like a hawk
to hunt after your heart,
but love was the eagle
perched at the high dome
snatching all birds
with his powerful talons
and with his piercing beak
breaking their hearts
into the eternal sky.

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Deep in the waters of my dream
I found a seashell,
its surface glistening
with an ancient sheen.
Placing it against my ear
it sighed into me
the white pearl of your silence,
there, inside, forevermore to burn
like a grain of incense
in the censer of my heart,
the vessel of living poetry,
filling me with your perfume,
the stillness of your breath,
the prayer of your heart.

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Her lips—a poem my lips ache to read, in braille.

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My heart be the cloister
Housing your prayers,
The dawn-sky
Where your breath
Like a candle-flame flickers,
Then surrenders –
Extinguished in this love.

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I desire to know you as a dewdrop, sinking into the flower’s heart, dies, merging with her perfumed essence. Boundaries crumbled; with the beloved, oned.

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Sleeping in my heart
the flower at dawn
dreams of you
and suddenly awakes
to sigh from my lips
your name into the sky

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I was a whisper in the mist
yearning for awakening,
then your breath caught me
and I lingered in your chest.
When you exhaled
I was life’s very breath.

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In the night of my solitude
my poem like a flower
in her hair grows,
then, with dawn, she blooms,
her fragrant scent
a call awakening all of creation,
bidding them to come
to the altar of eternal love.

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Like nightbirds
Our souls leave our bodies
To become one
In the womb of the sky,
A nebula birthing night’s stars,
Bathing the earth in wine.

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Upon her lashes
The poetry of my being hangs,
Crystals to burn like stars
In the sea of her eyes,
To weep into them
My heart’s sacred tears.

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Stars are poems her eyes inscribe in the sky.

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You are my song of songs—like a bird perched in the dawn of your eyes I am taken by your silence, open to your sky.

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The wind becomes music
Breezing through her hair,
The stars upon her lips
Melt into wine.

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Burning into emptiness –
my heart
a grain of incense
in the censer
of your love.

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Like the evening dew rains
From clear skies
So poetry falls
From the stillness of her eyes

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