The secret dust of flight and freedom (Your bliss is my bliss)

I cradle the serendipity of us
In my open hands, a phenomena
Careful not to displace any of the butterfly dust
The secret dust of flight and freedom
Of colour illusion transcending artist pallet
It’s all about the angles and the depth
Just like our lives

Open hearted love
No certainty (what has… in life… certainty?)
But such a sense of safety and care

In the open bowl of awe and pleasure
Where we frolic like swallows in a birdbath
Happy as children in a pile of autumn leaves
With the tenderness of those who know
What it is to love and lose…. so definitively
                                                                               So eternally

You feel like home
You could breathe inside my breathing
I wear your diamonds
The ones that form in your eyes for me

You affirmed my suppositions
Then spread your radiance and warmth throughout me once again
Until I am the sky swimming selky
And I offer up my skin to you
You may keep me
As long as I may sing still in the solitude of imagery
That I must keep for company

I will be the myriad of goodness I can conjure for your life
I will be for you

You gently sound my chime
Anni-bell
Hear it curl across the clouds at sunset’s mango lush crescendo
Feel it slip beneath your skin
Intoxicate your senses as it blooms within your vessels
Flowering with softest scented petals as it flows into your heart
Bea - ting
Rhy - thm
Pri - mal
Heady my love

Resuscitation

My one
The odds were unlikely at best
But you found me
I would never have guessed

The children curl like sated kittens finally at rest
Between, across, beside
Basking in the fireside warmth of our affection
A 'happy ever after' nestled on the couch
Reflections of their parentage
The honesty, the easy joy, the humanistic spark
And the comfort of the open hearted warmth
Your bliss is my bliss