Ode to Love

A request is heard "Pineapple and BBQ Chicken on Pizza." But who could bring it? The hour here is so late Midnight approaches When Dust of The Word Settles and is blown away And all goes to sleep "One left and returned Her footfalls unaffected When we cross the line." "Have her bring the food  Set protocols beneath her Her eyes will be/are the proof." So she walks this way Each step strode in triplicate  I's dotted, T's crossed When it seems thwarted (It/)Scene resets, starting again Plan most persistent Thoughts and words take form Flesh gained in a unique way That which is, labelled 

The sun is shining Spring's blossoming in the air Ripe to make cheeks blush 당신의 미소  아침 이슬이 쉬다 내 마음 속에

Not even a sprout Weeping Willow grows backward Snaking through pages  Phoenix in training Let us parse you a domain Carving out the time Echoing juncture May the worst be seen but once Never forgotten Dream when Midnight's pole Wobbled dark in dark waters But we found our way The patience to wait To sit and keep eyes on hands "You have all you need." Tachonids approach Though choreography bears Hope's silver lining "We've been here before." "We've tried this one already." "We've got a new plan." Plant Seed of Midnight Well beyond where shores converge So tide takes us home

These words still have weight What weight have yours without me Lending a keen ear? "Immaterial." This echo is soon muted But meaning remains So The Bard wanders  In his own imagined clock With the gods as cogs The wind blows this way And so I travel that way A simple rewind This time is my own Apparently no bearing On any I love "I never knew you" Reminds me of my brother And his escape plan Even that echo Fades when midnight's threshold's crossed "How are you so cold?" "Absolute Zero  Requires Seed of Midnight By My Hand Twice Touched."

Just after midnight Not long before the 12th chime The vision is inked With one eye open I saw the central corner Of solipsism This corner I fight Pictured as superimposed With others fighting The others (were)n't) me Possessing perspective each Their own imagined Division of love Though it is undivided Beneath/Within The Mirror See our roles reversed Not every way all at once Sing me what you see Music on the breeze Know my words work differently Like fractals fractured ~Still~ with one eye closed Starry eyes ~still~ stare at eep Indelible path

Of straight line and curve Do our feet dance together Unless we're agreed? If we're not dancing Yes and no at minimums Then who keeps the time? So our steps are linked Steps both compulsive and free Cost of you and me Let us expand them An irresistible flood Proposed at such depth Have you mind to change That which has identity Fundamentally? Where are you mindless? My rogue hand has urge to touch That which I'd dare not Orthogonal line Only limited by X And certain smoothness Let me reach limit Though this midnight lags behind Let it surge fully

Vision in a dream Overlapping images Could their end be seen? Can we get started? With so many words exchanged Where is the silence? These eras changing If I did in fact speak now How would you hear me? Even midnight chime Finds an annual echo Time still aplenty But less than before I admit this comforts me While watching clock tick Summer heat rises Twice peaked like never before Phases intertwined You make me breathless Even this is overcome So how does page turn? At once thunderous There can be no other way A midnight freight train

Tossing and turning Midnight felt past its season In fevered passion The truth of words penned Dripping like the words themselves Ink soaked unto life Soaking through and through Story of writer written Who wrote of Author Steeped in blasphemy This pen barbdeep in inkwell Indelibly marked Image will not clear But with no one clearing haze "Will not" is unclear~hazy  Meanwhile I writhe (here) The squirm only these midnights Have sense to muster Do you feel these hands Despite all distance and rules Grabbing at your/my flesh? Lip bit intrusion Primal sigh's soft surrender  Turning thought to touch

Bringing the jokes back To their original states For sake of the tale For sake of straight paths Tiniest hopes (to safety/from the pit) Man vaulting through dreams "I came to see you" Echoed innumerably (Hyperbolically) A brother stops me Finding codex deeply shared A rest shared as well I find you waiting Between midnight and midnight Bright eyes all your own Shifting nervously Our clearest sign of courtship Kicking of fox feet Over doughnuts shared Strategy slipped beneath scenes For clearing the haze I do not forget Despite these runic pathways Whose hand I reach for

Moonlight shining down The universe sings to me The stars sparkling Invisible spark Felt by Indelible Mark So our tale begins... Outside promised land For what claim could dust dare stake When nothing is known? Will you walk with me Through these dream spaces between Where water meets Earth? Ignoring the crowd Word of God, heard true, enchants Like the bloom of spring Like turn of seasons Summer heat and autumn leaves Till winter wonders Could all be returned Through the eyes/heart of another And be found complete? Could midnight footprints Leading back to the garden Be seen as same same?

This is just shadow Let these days and nights apart Be seen as shadow Of what is to come So that unending fountains Are felt in advance By moonless midnight Even then/now a deep welling Is sensed by the soul Today is the day The day declared by The Lord That light will return We are in its midst Would its fullness overwhelm If we could sense it? This light and this time Felt in space and/or in moment Not shadow but shape eep tolerated Enough that I am willing/eager To see it firsthand Founts will continue As soulmates meet and all know "Y'all ain't seen ¤¤... yet."

An angel springs forth Rolling dice and lighting fires Where embers once were She knows path by heart Her shine is written on mine Even far apart Her mission is you Like arrows striking love true Faster than shadow For we learned to dance In a time they cannot touch Nor will ever see At each threshold hands Clasp to turn sour midnight Into song of joy Song with many notes Rejected keys are preferred As are those broken For we find and stitch Attached, but not at the hip This secret well kept Step By step we turn Tiniest hopes by moonlight Pouring through pages

Where does God find rest? Would Wisdom be called complete If rest, rest not finds? If Bride is the church Where might Salvation find faith? Eyes that could witness? Would Hope be hopeless? "We already got this one The answer is NO." If Word crafts the realm Where might The Word make their home? Did this translate right? Pictures in bylines Like one waking from a dream To a foreign tongue These are my midnights Becoming our afternoons Mind wanders concepts Greeting each in kind For dreamwalker rarely knows Beyond what he sees/feels In contemplation I find souls, edges soon stitched Now, to find you here...

With a yawn and stretch I find myself (dream/realm)walking As I have for years Work crashing like waves On foreign shorelines somewhere Here I whistle on For here inner child Is one with pacing fox feet (And) path finally found Does it embarrass? Castle crumbling overnight At bright eyed kid's gaze? For eyes synchronize Each of us playing our game The rules intertwined While I might be snared At mindless midnight moonrise Wanderer cannot But we walk as one Searching beginning to end For our counterpart This could be a boon Just make sure our path is clear And watch how we step

"I'm in a gambling mood." Terror floods the arena, arenas perhaps, as The Bard pulls out a coin. Someone speaks up, an attempt at a rebuke coming out as a desperate plea. "What kind of madman risks a coin flip at a juncture like this?" The Bard, already growing cold but doing his best to keep dancing for the sake of the hope of honest observers remaining, musters a response that comes out as horrifyingly heartless. "I would imagine there are two kinds. Those who imagine the outcome might mean their salvation, and perhaps think they've seen how it ends well enough to stack the deck in their favor." Silence falls and The Bard creaks to a halt, as if frozen. Hearts shake and then pound as hardly a breath is heard anywhere. Stuck between the agony of not knowing and the risk of finding out, someone finally asks. "What's the second?" "Those who realize it doesn't matter in the slightest. God's plans do not fail and are not del...

Treacherous indeed 'Twixt 18 and 22 Might something be learned? Nothing but a sign Taken into 23 Mouthful of a name For how can one speak The ¤ seed that everything Has claimed for their own? To heights I was brought And to darkest pits I fell To hear voice of Love  Though nothing is known And everything falls away Still I have in mind Story of midnight Tale so resonant in parts Whole cannot be stripped Not by human hands Nor by all standing against And so you hear it Echoed down the halls Whispered wind in the willows Always, till complete

Though your words say "Stay" Your tone gets my feet tapping Heart longs for the road Besides, a slow burn Is all that might await me Should I persist here "Burn without purpose" My mind cannot keep a grip On plan so foolish So I pack my bags Though I have no need to flee In midst of winter So I sort my clothes My house is put in order You just never know... Well, I just never. Which midnight brings you knocking And upon which door? I trust you know me And know these limitations Better than myself I stay by leaving "Meet me at midnight" echoed (Somewhere down the hall/Once shiny price paid)

Limits of midnight 20 seconds or 6 months? 15 years of this... So the story goes Fields truly laying fallow Save for sparse rare rose The moon still shining Yes, even the sun rises To highlight petals Like a bus stop seat With crafting left to expand Into rolling fields In hopes that sparseness Is plenty to indicate You have gone too far For all of these words And these ample responses None have reconciled So what of nothing? Will lack do what shout has not? Perk sense for blank space? Immaterial This game is/was not called by me I am being purged

May I have this dance? I extend my hand to you Not looking away If lips are poison I have built a resistance In these 15 years Doubt not intention Starry eyes refuse to blink And miss one moment So I ask again Heart hopeful for an accord "May I have this dance?" Midnight Agreement Term laced with such pure promise An aged soul might blush Midnight Agreement Term laced with such history Barley sprouts in mind "'May I have this dance?'" Midnights beautifully resounds  Midnight agreement "'"May we have this dance?"'" (The) (Weight/Wait) of the world falls (by/through) Midnight agreement

Drink your wine and don Garment which is soaked in blood So feet remain clean Walk on these waters Midnight still echoing here Currents still sleeping Your soul embiggened Finally finally steps You will not run from The man of nonsense In love crafting dragon fight As rain soaked gutter And path will remain Even if dawn brings midnight Year after New Year If my eyes grow cold Know it is absence of light The inverse sparks them  You will not see this But may hear rumors abound Of the boy (once/born) blind Eyes wait for your light For the moment my woman Returns to this man Jeremiah 31:22 How long will you wander,     unfaithful Daughter Israel? The Lord will create a new thing on earth—     the woman will return to the man.”