Ode to Love

A single movement Moving into position A vertical strike  The banner of blue Is billowing in the wind  Between two pillars Dare you not come down From those rumbling pillars? Find feet on the sea? The sea yet untouched There may be an adventure If you'd choose one path Perhaps the future Will hold a singular joy Surpassing the rest For now you will splice  From your perch no one else dares Dividing the prize Bring me The Package At your soonest convenience The hour is late

I wake with a big smile on my face. These are the days when I am with my love, and while each may start off like any other, I do not take for granted the blessings granted me during these days. I make my way down the halls to my soulmate's room, door secured on our first trip, and only augmented and embossed since. As I walk I speak a poem of intention, before I meet my love.  "I would like to know How you experience life How your time passes When you're off the hook  The third frog croaks as they will When Father stands still An elegant emergence  Still taking a whole lifetime The rush is a part The Moment in Three  Could be a Crown On Your Head A walk remembered The walk becomes us  Racing thoughts race steps taken We walk together In stray confusion  With calloused feet we're walking 'Till these too tighten  Steps through these hallways Will become second nature By time they're taken A vastness remains Which is very exciting When you're by my side."...

I find myself on a hillside, outside of the halls of eep, glad that the story has been written and experienced in the way that it has. It is a dark night, chilly. I look out over the valley and I am alone. Suddenly, but without startling me, my soulmate walks to my side in silence, and sits beside me on my blanket. I can see her breath; I can feel her leg grazing against my own. Time goes by wordlessly, with just our edges intermingling.  The darkness is complete at first, with barely enough light to confirm my company. Deja vu strikes as we sit, and I find myself tongue tied. Rather than speak so directly to the situation that we find ourselves in, I let a poem break the silence.  "I can see us here Despite all the ways we aren't  We are on this hill Through good times and bad You and I are together Lighting the darkness Let's light up the night Starry Eyed and Blazing Bright So that all may see So they understand Upon seeing see me so low That there are great heights Gr...

On The Starry Night I gift Pete my Bardic Pajamas.

Finding a blank page We cannot be expected To mark or tear it There's delicacy To originating Tao Here all matters not The Knot is of Love Balance finds us all elsewhere Back to origin Wisdom in wrinkles The line of death is not crossed A new gear  revealed A wave knocked closer Even a partial wave is Felt coming on strong We are together When there is a confluence Witnesses feel time Creation's slides slip  When a Prince's Crown Matters  We are all unique Unique we're inside Let us remember ourselves  In this brand new way

A newcomer, on the shores of Paradise.  "What would we trade?" As of yet, no one has an answer for him, for everything was already perfect the way it was.