Each thought I think of you.
We’re here beneath the sea.
A sea of dreams so blue.
We breathe the ocean breeze.
It seems so crystal clear.
How can this not be real?
I know it’s you that’s here.
This is my heart you feel.
This tree, it has a pain.
It’s wounded like my heart.
We stand here in the rain.
We leave but never part.
From sea to tree, how this?
All from a goddess kiss.
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I’ll follow you now through the Russian snow.
For I’m afraid of nothing now you’re here.
You’ve whisked away my driving need to know
And blown a kiss that flies me past my fear.
I want to see the moonlight fall on you.
It feels like something’s rising from the woods.
I live outside in mud and dressed in dew
With feeding flowers blossoming your buds.
You’re radiating fires below my thought.
The impulse for attention, let it go.
You’re jewel even gods have always sought.
Your splendor singing silent songs of soul.
Let’s listen to the music from the stars
And know by giving up all this is ours.
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God knows we need to sleep.
We’re rivers and birds, and trees.
God knows we need to dream.
Remember, we’re the breeze.
I walk with you alone
An empty street at night.
Where magic things are born.
Where dark creates the light.
This thing I hold the most
The dearest dream I have.
I’ve learned to let it go.
To grow from Earth like grass.
You’re somewhere here I sense,
Awake with no defense.
I am awake now to each wall.
That is the wall, this need to speak.
There’s Buddha’s tall and Buddha’s small
And secret castles across this creek.
I want to walk on ancient clouds
And fall with Isis from the sky.
Plop, splashing down the Nile,
These hands that swim know how to fly.
From Memphis to Syr’ya we’ll go
As Roman armies swarm the cross,
Which world we land Nut only knows
We’re trees, and sparrows, hiding gods.
The garden’s wall so silent I pray.
That doves will fly and pierce this gate.
I bring you roses to your door.
I make this offering in Spring.
I now know who this dove is for,
That rises through the Sun’s gold ring.
There’s something deeper going on.
I feel the pieces come apart.
The mountain eagle soars at dawn.
And cries each piece of broken heart.
I hold your scars around my breast.
I sing you songs of ocean rain.
I look up to the mountain’s crest
And feel you come alive again.
Each breath we hold each other tight.
The dove will feed our soul tonight.
I let the moonbeams be my guide.
I look into the night for you.
I must go down to see your eyes
But somehow keep on passing through.
The earth I roll around my lips.
There seems to be some kind of fire.
It’s coming from your dancing hips.
Sweet music frees the ancient lyre.
The oak trees’ branches grow in threes.
But somehow only one path is made.
Come here, my sweet, my flor-de-lis
And guide me down their magic lake.
I rise when splendor greets the Sun.
My Vita Nova has begun.