Love of you …

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Love of you has turned me into mermaids,

swimming in the spring pond today,

the koi think I am the Goddess,

sunning brazenly they play,

the turtle bring shells and snail eggs,

I braid into my hair,

so, the dragonflies can carry me,

away where dreamers dare,

if my silence ever does worry,

speak to me through blue crayons,

for the black birds told me no stories,

except how to translate the Sun (shine),

the leaves of grass were calling,

to dance beneath the sky clad moonlight,

my lips chanting incantations,

breathing your name calling forth your light,

the night flowers became so jealous,

they tied me to a River Birch,

beneath my skin, under my scales,

they scrawled their pretty worth,

Now I can only be a woman when,

you caress my petal portal skin.

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Dreams did not visit me last,
I fitful tossed for rhyme for reason,
liquidity of spirit lost in foretold fortunes,
and Gypsy’s charms boots or pistols,
fish slipping hooks returning to the rivers,
the barbs of rivalry the cost he well considered,
frost bitten gardens bare of flower’s names,
angel manes tear stained remains re-framed,
sill glass broken bleeding gain for Charlemagne,
yet, never shall be blamed for toil begs to sane,
the fisher of mermaids with sorrow’s net,
when love rains blue bleeding veins of regret,
these are the vestiges of wars desiring to be reborn,
I’d rather feed the birds my names than join ranks,
Love and crackling dream rock corn seed cakes,
than plant a mourner’s field of fickle weed,
for the Maiden Spring to tangle march,
with the binding of heart’s ankle crops,
The Queen of Swords, The Empress stand,
One of weilding metal, One of humming land,
Sweet path I walk of Mother’s harvest clan,
gather do I Winter’s storage grains,
with the stone sickle of Perfect Love in one hand,
the goblet silver Peace drink I of the other,
bow and curtsy eye to eye,
with the Lord and Lady, by and by,
This Self is ever ebbing as the windy rye,
The self of man will haunt then die,
Seems, I must razor walk the skies.

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