CAMELOT FANTASIES

I'm in love with summer.
Standstill air,
dandelions drifting
the weight of the sky
pressing white heat.
Cold, waves beating the shore,
ceaselessly into the past, 
of when I was drowned
in your dreams.

I'm in love with autumn.
Crisp air,
Nudging leaves off gnarly oaks
and tall, regal cedars.
Lost in the anagram of colors,
I see fire,
      I see blood red.
I see a Faustian bargain
            but we won.

I'm in love with winter.
The biting cold in my fingertips,
the solitude of confinement,
walls of windows show snow
that blankets every edge.
And the birds that have left,
to warmer places.
Opportunity, that's what you said.
And your bags, and you,
were gone in the blowing snow.

I'm in love with the spring.
The clear blue waters,
and ferryboats beating against the current,
the gardens bursting into light,
the promise of growth and
of future
and of hope.
but, I guess, we weren't meant to grow old.
And the sight of spring flowers
and trees with bright green buds,
makes me sick to my stomach.

I am in hate with the spring.

Will be posting shortly

The essence of love
We humans have it all wrong
We force expectations for we want to belong
The joy of the fresh & the new love
Misguided insecurities complex & woven jealousies
Disturb the purity the true essence of love
The elated joy that swells our heart
Plummets to death when we're apart
The essence of love
When it's true & meant to be
Falls into place
Where you are you and I am me
When we unite
It feels as though time & space
Is oblivious when we come face to face
The essence of love
When freely enjoyed & expressed
Allows our greatest love to manifest
Where love is enveloped with trust integrity & respect
The essence of love

We burn alone but not for long
We live and learn and play our song
Forget the past you lived apon
I have remembered but moved on

Tonight we live the past once missed
You looked at me we missed our kiss
It's now too late the feeling fades
I showed you wonders never said

Tonight you laid here dead asleep
Can't help but wonder what would we be
Two years ago this made much sense
I've left you here with lost intent

Tonight your thoughts have left your fears
Opened up a late long run
But I'm to fade away and loose this game
This candle light has burned away

a heart is made up of muscles,
to pump blood and keep us alive.
But, why does it hurt when someone leave us?
'cause in our mind,
we made an imaginary heart.
Like cinderella's shoes made of glass.
When we try to fit someone inside,
who is not meant for that place
it gets broken.

the green-leaved black willow
that is slowly drinking
the pond's western edge
meadow is filling
up with stilt spiders,
their web orbs
deathtraps ... the setting
haunting under
moonlight silhouette.

the tree doesn't speak,
her feet underwater,
fearsome unseen yardage
of gnarled
black toenails ...
she is a queen

her leaves dressed
with web
and wings from crane flies,
who are
mating in flight
in her overwater sphere
and dancing at the edges
of the spiders' silky netting.

the willow
will soon rid herself,
time on a wheel,
of spiders and flies,
their battleground forfeited
in a moment of nature's demise,
as one by one in the pond
the fallen dead
will follow
feeding the fish below who love
that black willow.

You are the Moon and my heart is the tide.
Constantly pushing
and pulling.

This back and forth,
frothing and crashing turbulent wave cycle,
it's exhausting.

I cling to the bow of this ship,
hoping the calm between stretches longer this time.

Why couldn't I have fallen in love with a placid river?