omnimesis

Soft and compulsory strings, edged with the morning dew
Hold my heart to you, bind my fevered fingers
Against your skin
To leave trails
Five by five
All along your arms
Running with your veins
Past the arc of ventricles
The beat of me is pushed
About your form

within these eyes that see you,
that witness your presence
you are eternally young
and wild
such as is the nature of a wild thing
born bucking and deep of breath
yet destined to find her way
to calm and gentle riversides
where clear water reflects the stars
and ones eternal face
back into the universe

and I stand fast
to weather the storm
turn no cheek against that wind
it rides high, rides fast
bringing feelings
to sick stomachs
and dark silence
to an unwell mind

I can be found
Sleeping deeply
With one arm out
The other against my chest
A mantra upon my lips
To my lost ship
Come home to me, come home

A curious creature
It seems I cannot leave you
Or could not
As now it has occurred
And life has somewhat lost its light
Whilst signets and swans cried
A crow set to the sky
Calling out against the dawn

Turn back, turn back
Shed no mourning upon this day
We are fallen leaves
We are the messenger of winter
Come to call once more
Upon your human heart

If I were to leave one stone
Placed well upon the ground
So that it might be discovered
And held
I would embed into its core
A jewel of such beauty
That when held up to the sun
It would sing

If I were to leave one song
Placed well into a mind
So that it might be sung
Aloud
I would weave into its chords
A sound of such beauty
That when heard by souls
They would shine

If I were to shine one light
Out into the night
So that it might guide
And lead
I would colour its shard
With the warmth of love
That it might find you
And you might know

The beauty of your life

The ocean licks up against the shoreline
And I wonder where you are
And how you allow me to continue like this
Absent from you,
Taking ages and tides into my self

Why this long wait, why this incarnation
Down here

And I understand there is work to be done
Stars to light
And ships to guide home
But I had a promise,
Long ago now
For kind company
And kisses

My eternal life so wonderfully bound into the heart and hands of human form

I can sleep the most epic of sleeps
And slide through space
Without time
To wake each day
Anew
Yet curious of the absence of you

Each night I’m sure I find you
Or in strange ways you meet me smiling at the sunset
But this life is full and must be counted on more than two hands

The frost sets in fast tonight
Up on the terrace it falls
Settles upon skin
Wriggles inside bones
And brings breath to hang
In air

Long seconds tick themselves to sleep
Slight moments tied and wrapped

I am so heavy these days, so set within this life
And the majicks I once felt still glitter
But distant like the pulsing ships upon an eternal horizon

I long for your gaze, your connected face
And words to tumble out over your lips
Trickle down my throat
Fill my lungs and curl themselves about my spine

I am so simply
And so softly
Waiting for you

To wake me from this sleep

When such things occur, like soot may form
Around the base of your heath
Like your ground may become uneven
From your passing

Then love this event
It means your fire has burned brightly
That your journey continues
And static has no place within the score of your life’s coda

When stomachs wish for no food
When eyes, though weary and wishing for sleep
Can take no such rest

Love this

It means you are full on your experience
That your vision is engorged
With the lights and trails
Of these stars that crumble
And collapse

Throughout all your life
There has been one constant
At every turn
A single marker remains

With your face
Though ever changing
Your beautiful soul rides on
And loves this

Your human life
Sometimes so lost
Oft so small

Your human life
That brings you love
And loss

the wave which carries you home

The fine, the fair
The well weathered
And slightly discoloured
By the sun

The soft and thinning
Spanning between poles
Collapsed and held under
Weighted by time

These moments and markers
These small pieces that prove I was here
That I loved
And that I lost my breath

How far we fall and fumble into this
How very well we traverse along meandering breadcrumb trails

I did it all this time, as I was asked
I became
As I was ordered
I appeared
Desperate and giant I met you
To slip fevered across your lips and down your throat

So strange these choices we wear
So elicit and raw
These pieces act as piercing rays
To turn my gaze from you

There are many rides
All rides are good
All rides are different
But there are many rides

the sky alight, soft focused through night
turning galaxies give rise to universe
it opens up
to take me in
to take me home
into the sea

my epic birth
this time around
landed me this place
to seek out soul
to shine into eyes

this realm of humans
of children playing roles
so sweetly forgotten
and so sharply turning on their hearts
to keep on and on

it steals my experience
and binds me
like salt circles left by our passing
these markers of time
these twists

Something so strange

happened that night

As you left me alone

and I turned to the stars

I remembered how homesick I am

and my soul took my spirit

into its arms

covering the absence of you

here
on view
as is
after hauntings of ourselves
roots traversed
and undun
like trails in the snow

As if it were a morning kiss it moved up spine, carried itself over my shoulders and past my neck toward my ear

So suddenly it was bestowed upon me, that it came as a surprise

But gentle still, as a breeze may pass you by in summer evenings… it arrived

“wake”

And all of a sudden… I… am… here

Reminded of such majicks

And whispering out verse as I fall asleep

I am humbled

The most secret of my selves shines though in greeting you

Called out to play

We stand as giants and it feels correct to be this, just children playing a kind and wonderful game

à cache-cache avec des âmes

All things considered I decide it is best to insert an ‘and’ onto it

A drawn out, dwarf star crushing, black hole opening AND

So it becomes something else

It becomes like trying to look at the back of your own head

Like trying to remember what it was you forgot to remember not to forget

It becomes like attempting to find words which fit into that liliaceous oiling of moments when universe meet and pass alongside each other but one millionth of a micron away from grinding

It becomes akin to me speaking to you whilst all the time my eyes are darting, scanning yours – calling you out to play

Offering and asking if it is indeed the moment to surrender

I see within you all that is possible and probable in permutation for no reason other than to experience though majesty that which I attempt to awake by communion of our selves.

I see within you my own eternal face staring back at me, brushing my cheek and laying me down to sleep, to dream out existences upon themselves each themed in love and the search for it.

I see within you YOU, that curious you who catches my eye and tries to pull me out of my self; to place the pieces of this play down and envelope the sound – fold it in and on and on.

This is a world without end

and