I step mindfully on the rivers edge
As to not stumble and fall.
The water is very patient in this, its journey,
To shape the earth whether a drop or
A cascade.
I must stop and steady myself if I wish to lift my gaze to the heavens.
I hear a thousand voices in the winds.
Even the eagles above and the river
Below join in the chorus of our ancestors;
It is always love.
Southern rain falling on a tin roof.
Record player going round
And round.
Bare feet dancing with careless abandon.
Torn up maps strewn
Across the floor.
Detours
And dead ends.
Change of plans.
Roll with the flow.
Learning over and over
Heaven is what you make it;
Where you make it.
I know he comes
From heaven.
He says he is from hell.
I feel the trail of
Star maps he draws
Intuitively on my skin;
He creates magic constellations
And places them in my heart.
I
Hear the wishes trapped in his throat
When he whispers
To me in the
Dark.
I see his wings,
Not with my naked eyes.
Blushing.
Feeding the yearning.
Tears of desire
Sustain soul flowers growing,
Reaching for heaven.
Envelope love, my love.
Our
Hearts ecstasy
Overflowing.
Looking up through the trees
I am reminded
Heaven
Never leaves.
And you
Can have it all.
From the ceilings
To the floor,
From the moon to
The sun,
From The Heavens
Above
To Hell down
Below.
Everything you
Want
And more.
I’m not in it
To win,
I’m in it
To
Live and love.
And the rains of
Heaven
Are
Pouring down on me.
Drenching me.
Restoring me
From
Within.
She dances in the rain without hesitation,
Unaware of the beauty she brings to the storm.
For even the raindrops
Relish the journey as they free fall from
Heaven,
Praying to be the lucky ones.
The ones to touch her.
Anticipating the precise moment
Of
Contact,
Aching for
Unified saturation.
You lure me
Into the cosmic rush
With your hands
And mind.
Electric gaze.
Glorious touch.
Your lingering scent upon the trail.
Setting
A tempo all our own.
A perfect crescendo complete.
Sanctity born
As we bloom,
Falling
From the heavens.
Never before,
Ever after.
Never enough
And
Never too much.
Between
Sunset and sunrise
There he lies.
Between Heaven and
Hell
There he writes.
Can you see his secrets
Beneath the lines?
Can you hear his truth
Between
The lies?
Chole Into Diamonds 