Against the gentle wind

Against the gentle wind

A brush of the wind against the face
a touch of a baby’s hand
warm rain of the eastern wind
intimate smells of fresh picked apples
 
Layers of liquid voices of silence
images rise from t he self
receptive to their element
to see the jewel in roughened stone
in a terrarium of dreams
that wonders the shores
of blue grey shades of liquid Chrystal
amidst the phosphorous flames
 
In the dying comfort of our lives
the part of me that is part of you
 reach out through
 
Intimacy of our language
translates through the public space
creating this grounding place
 
Between the morning stars
spontaneous inception
of the cosmic mind
form fragile roots that bind
in the crimson light
journeys across consciousness  
Of unquestioned lives