"Man fears time, but time fears the pyramids." ~ 11th century Arab proverb
Rising
mysterious
and grand, far
from history's aeonian
grid, stands The Great Pyramid.
When man's buildings all return to sand,
this timeless structure, still will stand, and, when
mankind fails and goes away; this edifice won't have a word to say.
Ephemeral blur.
Is what our hearts endure.
As though it were written in a cosmic stir.
Yet, stoic hearts still abide.
And the prettiest flowers soon die.
Sowing golden seeds in life's aeonian rhyme.
The heart can carry pain like a talisman.
Warding off further pain.
Encased in hebetude.
Wallowed in a plethora of flummox.
Like a butterfly in chrysalis.
A radiant sapphire evanescent.
Rhapsodic felicity turned idyllic melancholy.
But the butterfly quiescent must not,
Forever remain in this state.
For aeonian probity is promised,
If the heart rises beyond pains mediocrity.
And tend to its irenic power with its maker.
A dulcet melody in silent reverie.
----Ask S.O. where some of these words came from----
Illuminated.
Aeonian flare.
Pandering to earthborn stares.
Forever there.
Through magic, death and secret fires.
Night guide to the labyrinth.
Chased off by sunrise.
Aborting murky dreams in lunar tide.
Rose gold love cups in a versatile nostrum
Cosmic waves pearl wind vault is strange,
Ephemeral vapors are rising by the podium
Cinnabar meteors devolved from damage.
Cosmic waves pearl wind vault is strange
Delirium tremens yield self-raggedness,
Cinnabar meteors devolved from damage
Smack dab in mid of commodious cosmos.
Delirium tremens yield self-raggedness
A moon-themed warmth glimmering quartz
Smack dab in mid of commodious cosmos,
Her own heart bestows her weather reports.
A moon-themed warmth glimmering quartz
Orphic blue sky echoes in the rose quartz lake,
Her own heart bestows her weather reports
Venus' loving glow shinily in the aeonian sake.
Orphic blue sky echoes in the rose quartz lake
Ephemeral vapors are rising by the podium
Venus' loving glow shinily in the aeonian sake,
Rose gold love cups in a versatile nostrum.
Written: May 07, 2022
I am a grain of sand; you, an oyster -
Solely into your arms I will curl,
With your love wrap me over; layer over layer,
Transmute me into your aeonian pearl.
aeonian ray
of dulcet anima
unfaded
03.08.18
One day your smile will no longer be vibrant
But I will try to overlay it with a kiss that reminds
If caring eyes will turn out to be an empty stare
Then I will tell a story to start a flare
Your hands that hold the molds of purity
Your legacy will hold us in a binding unity
We are the closest of your resemblance
But that clasp so binding now a fading remembrance
That one day your breath chasing the shadow of time
Then I will hold you so close to breathe out my rhyme
I know that moment will launch aeonian regrets
It is hard to let go, it will be uneasy to forget
That one day I pray to be my day instead
For in heaven there’s another life ahead
If heaven will decide, I will abide
I pray that day will be a swift light slide
Wandering away from the empyrean
regions, my atrabilious soul, like
a Cimmerian, now dwell in
a realm of perpetual darkness
engulfed in an aeonian gloom.
Note the golden morning sun, red and orange, blue aeonian sky
Silver reflections of moonlight cast on dead of night still waters
Window light that shines so bright welcoming you at night
The way your smile reaches all the way up into your eyes
Smell the boulevards rain-washed and bitter-sweet, hot coffee
Spicy, earth-rich pipe smoke and baking chocolate chip cookies
Lovers embrace with musky skin, a dozen roses perfume is heady
That unique scent the very first time inside your brand new Chevy
The good sheets - 600 count - fresh from a hot dryer
Sitting in the window seat basking in the sunlight's heat
Long or short, with every stroke, snuggle-soft is kitten's fur
Favorite faded holey jeans, shoes no one else would wear
Good morning songs from birds nearby, kitten's rumble purr
Soothing rain patters on the roof then booming rolls of thunder
Chirping frogs and bugs in grasses, the chattering leaves in trees
Waves that lap upon the sand, a sexy spoken please
This group of friends who share
with open minds that care
Patiently listening
Always there
may I always be aware.
To you
I offer the tenderness of anti-gravity,
the pureness of aeonian space,
the remembrance of long dead stars' light,
the loyalty of oneness,
the equilibrium of existence.
To you, my love
I offer myself in a teardrop of the universe.
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