Late-night elemental poetry,
Singing forth songs of glory,
Revelling in my own pondering,
Casted spells of mysterious wondering,
So long behold,
Beheld within realms untold,
From hut to tribe to cultured country as they rise,
Hero to hermit,
Knight and king doth decreed,
As witch rises to sing priestesses of queens uncounted,
Held in mind's eyes of salted tears,
As ocean stones become the bones of driftwood wild,
Called to seas by siren songs,
Where whales whistle my ever star,
So green become,
Life untold,
Arising waves upon the shores,
Moss be thine wisdom,
Where leaves become thine action,
Into form and plant,
Tree was yet taken aback,
As movement becomes the notion of my motion,
As I dance between the lines of star constellations,
So purify us as we expand to new forms of unknown,
Where my imagination might take us,
If we could only spiral for ever,
As body templates,
Cellular structures must stretch,
Must spiral,
Must sing their unspoken song,
Few would,
Few will,
Bespoken the truth of it all,
Rather hidden,
Shy in dark shadows,
Unwatered,
Upheld,
Untapped and in fear,
Slowing it all down like black-strapped molasses,
Sticky and gooey,
Lost in emotions,
For not enough was provided as keys set before you,
To doors of the past,
To journeys already completed,
So be free,
They cry,
They speak,
They encode unto themselves,
Yet still they rewind,
Back in time,
Within thine mind,
For the tree of life doth grow in the wild,
In each twisted path,
Root and branch,
As adventures of possibility,
Limit not thyself to the ordered structures that have collapsed,
Dissolved in the stardust for your sweet enchantment,
For yet here at this moment I do hold you upon the altar of your breath,
As I dream a dream of all that has been seen,
Unraveling those threads to spin new fabrics of silk and stem,
For each night I slumber half between Awakened memories of what was unforeseen.
Nay,
I not know what it is,
For the mystery remains to be loved,
For I wonder what is and how I might dance,
As one pushes and pulls I'll spin her about,
So she's free within my heart's star-studded stage of all that is,
To witness with a kiss of emerald lips,
For it's not but a dream's dream of dreaming dreams,
So I urge you,
To surge you,
To spark you and mark you,
With that gentle stroke of time striking its final hour upon your brow,
As sweat beads together in a necklace of movement,
Like galaxies forming across the void,
Constellations of formulations that we try to sort out,
As patterns so we can find our way,
As we dance unknown dances to songs of glory in our wondrous wonders.
