hope
flowing
abundance
unbreakable
embattled walls cease
perish with loves embrace
under unfathomable
beauty blanketed in moon's glow
I fall into blissful surrender
serenity serenades through your voice
heralding a scarred heart's resurrection
trails of bright cosmic dust scattering
streaking the night kissed horizon
wrapping around trembling arms
scents of vintage leather
rain soaked petrichor
two hearts in sync
interlaced
become
one
We are both of each other
that when our hands touch
I hardly assimilate which ones
are mine and what are yours...
When we are interlaced,
I do not realize where
my body ends
and where yours begins ...
My feet tear at the ground as god pulls you above
The all powerful against the unmoving
You are love but you will not have mine
Your hordes of angels
lie at my feet exhausted unable to loosen my grip
No light or image passed between our gaze
will falter my look of love
All souls welcomed fill heavens final spaces
and from above witness our eternal struggle
And demons and lost souls pass sniggers from below
All light sleeps in slumber, sound rests it weary head
All is gone from stars to dust
And in the nothingness
My hand in yours
And my love for you still grows
AN INTERLACED HAIBUN
Will my versev reach your ear
can your eye stay the course
listening,then writing my verse I awake ,content until the next time,the chords at my finger tips drift back and forth into a song.
Take a deep breath,exhaleand
read between my lines
An image alights as a butterfly in spring, a thought arrives as inspiration on the wing.An idea resides to crystallize and brings each together as one.
Does convention confound
the rhythm of your eyes
Oh to avoid convention's game make the image surreal upon my page.Stop,dear reader in your stride,bring forth your imagination and join me on this ride.
You may hear me recite this haibun on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
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In the deep, warm recesses of my existence
You entered, stroking gently my resistance
And like some closed flower to your light
I opened up in sheer delight
In the predawn light of my emotion
You penetrated with true devotion
And set me free like some captured bird
As from my slumber I gently stirred
In the warm encounter of your embrace
I aroused, with upturned face
And like a butterfly to your fire
I spread my wings in pure desire
In the sensual flow of your love potion
I floated by on waves of motion
Starting deep within my soul
Making me so fully whole
In the eerie light of early morning
We enjoined as day was dawning
Passion filled with intense yearning
Touching, feeling, always learning
Then as the sun begins to rise
And ecstasy of passion dies
We lie together intertwined
In peaceful bliss that we did find
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