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Luminaire

Given to Love requisite,
We shall not be broken,
From the heaven's, 
Reunify of fallen beauty,
Which halos our heart with a brilliance,
It could blind the majesty eyes of the radiant.
Then lift the canopy of sky...
Open -
And enter the realm of reverencing light,
No one surrounds us here,
Humanity slips into slumber,
As esprit's entwine,
In the bedazzlement of stars,
Of infinities claiming new millenniums,
In a universe of million,
We only remain here,
The silence of the city,
Quiets to the speaking of two hearts,
United by nature's rhythm alone,
Then night,
Then night,
Be still.....

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Aurora's Meridian.

Let sleep be given,
To the evensong,
As perhaps,
A fallen opulence feather,
Fallen from wings tips flight.

Unconscious in the sojourn,
Of none the more a mind's cease,
Memory will not forsake the need,
To purify the thought of search,
As eyed lids rested plight.

Find me in the breakage,
Of light's asunder,
And Cimmerians's leer,
The tapestry of morning,
To find the gift of dawn,
In the unspoken reflected

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Anent

Renewal
life sought it meaning
in my palms of search
and outward reach
and love given selflessly
has show that it is written
of two souls becoming poets
in the fable of love's 
Jovians lore.
It is writen
It is writen.

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Sangious Evensong

Sleeping beside the obloquy's poet,
2:40 am,a candle seeks it's death:
In the plight of your dream.
Slow breathing,
Perhaps the moons learns of her slumbering,
Where the labyrinths of reposing,
Remembers the calm sought,
Of your silent silhouette,
Burn on the walls of the memory.
Are the dreams fluent?
And ever flowing as the heart which stirs,
The compassion of your lucid nature,
In the eyes unto tonight's remembrances.
I can only weave,
The picturesque beatification,
Let me become the seeker,
Of an unconscious truth,
At how loved is she,
The dreamer of my eyes beholding,
Keep safely the soul unmeasured,
And find morning,
Kissing sunlight unto Hestia's hearth
And into the eyes of a woman,
Who found her home,
By the resting.
Arisen by a poet's words
Becomes cleansed in her chrysalis.

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Spiritium

From here the morning is still,
No leaves remain on the earth's floor,
To be kidnapped by the January wind,
Release in the captive embrace of nature,
To be carried toward the dawn's divide.


From this thought,
The palette of sunset,
Marries the magenta and scorched tangerine,
In a painting only created by the glorious.
Forget not the beckoning.
Of quiet hues blending into a vision,
Seldom vision can cast eyes unto.


It is beautiful to be living,
The dream of the past,
Remains scattered,
Fragments redeemed here.
But the poet is here,
Humble and listening,
Watching the world unfold,
It's gentle and giving hands,
And granting the soul a poem,
In the momentum's bless.