Inward Tides
 

Fairies dance to tunes in lower frequencies,
sounds that generate natural tones between
the output of thought and sensory sunlight,
the kinaesthetic component to multidimensional
messages that tend to the gardens of my mind,
eliminating the depths of despair underlying
the emotional.

The midsummer night holds heart’s secrets,
touched and kindled by both fear and anticipation.
I seek courage to keep the flame of life burning,
to breathe in the essence of you, making our love
the provision for subsequent meals in a sense of
deep intent that takes precedence over the ebb
and flow of inward tides.

To understand your complexity I stay in accordance
with the beauty and solitude of peace that warms
the tossed air, re-evaluated, redefined, and reset. The
journal is one of wonderment, growth, correctness,
beneficial to me, beneficial to you, in a dynamic
beyond time; endless. My dream now sweats as
eyes glaze over,

behaving in patterns of red colored light, appropriate
to the level of sensitivity. There, we walk, hand in
hand, in sync and with soul expansion. You write the
words in the sky, allowing me to move in my own
direction, even as you protect me from the heat of raging
fires that integrate our two realities before death into a
process of Earth awareness.

Morning comes on hot as you take the sun in your arms,
turning it around to its underside, bright orange in your
hair, woven within the texture. You solicit my face,
close to the apple blossom of your breath that sways
summer winds with the richness of your nourishment, my
wrists bound by the foundation of your love, my palms,
opened, threadbare against the morning rising star.