lovers written, rewritten, writing poems

This is actually part IV of a poem I wrote in September, 2007 called: To Dance With Love Part I ~~ Memory we were Lovers once we met in erotic hollows in our pores we were hungry then, knelt in each other' presence and ate the last skin of separation the truth ~~ that was not our only truth, ascending, we were Eastern and Western Dragons that Day and fragile butterfly wings that steely Night, descending I came to you empty-handed and you severed me with your Sword of Duality when our Poet words no longer fit in the empty sky of our Soul's nothingness, we fell obliging temptation and here we ended in One-noOne ...and I'm dancing as fast as I can into an alternate reality that questions not why we found Words and Silences and how Love begins and seems to end ... Formless ... Dreamless ... Hopelessly in Love ... In our Lover's Heart Part 2 ~~ Creation I shall create Love today give it Your eyes to see with like an eagle as he drifts in the speechless wind, soaring, falling. I shall call You an Unknown God and You will rest in meditation a lotus of 10000 petals in the heart of Krishna in the body of Shiva and Shakti eternal dancers of our One Soul I shall call forth Your Being from the silence of the cosmos and we shall touch one another in the depths of our merging knowing secrets spilling creation We shall be Lovers before this day is done... We have been kissed by grace. Part 3 ~~ Being, This Moment This Time This Place We have come together now, This moment This empty space of awareness, We are shaped, fashioned from the distance of tentacles, or 10 million arms and legs, Intertwined, Far reaching The sound of hollow reeds, These testaments and reverberation of words, Like saffron curtains, Fit the night-filled jasmine, The Tibetan gong; We fall into one-anothers' Being we slide like the four-leafed clover taste of honey and We dare to leap like wild horses, free as Pegasus In the canyons of the sky, Breathless on Arunachala, In the residual tears of the ocean as The waves lift us to the Arms of the Beloved, One kiss One shore. Happy New Year's Neopoets. Love, Anna

Darling Jayne, you're the only one who seems to read my poems, or comments on them sometimes. Must be something I write. :-) Added a comma after 'sleeps', for comprehensive reading.... it is a bit confusing because I could be sleeping...lol. As to your richest part of the day, I hope it has more to do with Snake and the kids. Sometimes my heart longs for that special chaos. Much love, Mum