unleashing

 

unleashing fire

eyes filled with

you gave me

a charm, an amulet

protection & commitment

two hands

caressing, holding,

multiplied the

warms of hearts

watercolor sky

Freepik

   

watercolor sky

sliding swiftly

a flock 

emerging from 

encircled pond

a cry

as sirene going

on and on…

and silence

shifting

gone

                              

buzzing reality

 

I paced between thoughts-

souls’ grimacing images

congesting entrance of words,

exclamations, sobs,

and prophecies…

declaring the end

ambiguity test

once allowed

the silver lining…

a lament of fallen dreams

arrived not fully completed,

assembled with solid brass, 

holders inward

under a cloud of Light

.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

Allergies, an antipathy, pollen, 

fur or dust...

    

full

 

I’m full

in Virgo - Moon

behind the trees

arms-twigs

blindfold

the wounds are healed

morning hours

morning hours

the portal to heaven

open

I am

on low carbs diet

ascending

clouds-dolphins

ready to jump 

into trees,

into dreams

of the morning,

into sound

of pain…

even the crows

pause to preach

a crackle of clearing claw.

sunset

saw you leaving

gently kissing sky

blue enchanted

evening 

drunk with cherry 

blossom…

~     ~   ~

out of the blue

yearning to deavor 

mocking dragon cloud

as a diamond

sun returns anew

goodbye rings

now

karaoke of needs

a new voice

pitchy pinch

- roll over!

out of lines

unknown

swimming at nights

at moon time

reaching to stars

trajectory of

milky way

 sounds,

  textures,

   dimensions

upgrade.

a conflict

through density

fir cones burning

air dense with

whimsical silhouettes

love, light

stretching the

body parts at

the world destinations

carry on lifetime

through multi-dimensions

spontaneous

growth

from the place

of heart

possible

Dove 

by Merlin's touch

a dove -alive

in know way

his mourning call

is carried above

erected shrine

a dome-shaped stupa

hope & ashes

the bygone days

a spiral time

stirs age of hush

and - sounds of the bell

who hears a song - 

nice tip of the hat 

to the New Year.

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