Heaven on Earth

there is heaven on earth inside your heart’s desire
of the waves that breathe up in order to come down
the rhythm and dance between the silence and sound
the flame of true love that burns when it’s found;
for our love here is no shooting star ready to die
nor is it an interest to be gone by morning time;
no, we are forever, infinity between us binding
you I, lost in mind, blood of ocean, waters of fire.

Love

Love doesn’t grow from the ground,
for you are no sweet flower, Love;
you cannot be plucked by carpe diem
nor by lust can you be stolen.

Love doesn’t greet in early morning
around the grasses as dewdrop rings
to only vanish when noontime sings:
gone until the next one

Love, you’re here forever shining
yet we see through prism’s binding;
and as many portraits we have painted
so many have you from us receded

the great beauty of the eye is a veil
that does rise and fall as the seas
only to vanish into vaporing skies
faint memories of our living

for earth, she mixes Love with Swords
and all that lives and dies is in her
while Love is the purest of her hordes
yet by no means is Love the rarest

but the opposite to this is our Love
a Sun whose light our wings alights;
and even if this fire will find its end
Love will ignite him yet again

You Feel Her

and she arrived from the far gateway in the skies
but you don’t remember she stands faithful by your side
for your eyes did cast fearful shadows in the sunlight
and rainbows failed the hidden rain of dusky twilight

but she loves you still as sure as the seasons turn
and you know she’s as true as the passions you burn
for whispering rhythms of her heart you nightly hear
even midst the rage at the wounds you drown in tears

Free from Together Love

there is a surface edge of this rich earth
that’s been torn away far from all the rest
where arrogating intellects have taken root
blossoms quick to take shape as they are told
the vain ones worship these their mindful molds
through which they judge all the others same
boys closing the door to their own simple hearts
and the pretty girls strive be as wicked smart
yet they still read apart “on Mars” and “on Venus”
a doctrine feeding this sick and poisoned reason
for a separation explanation seems an easy peace
to free them from this bifurcated ugly place
but what it only frees is from their together Love