water lily duets
Everything begins in love. We live in harmony long enough to always be dreaming new, because the sun has never been yellow but swimming a million different colors more radient than the entire sky; your beautiful sunrise eyes, the sky becomes the calmest ocean in your arms while all the colors porcelain pure flowering water drops. The sun falls on both of us a lake. Lakes flooded with leaves and geese never stop singing even under trees but never made a sound as to mirror the stars in raining symmetry. Flowers grow in the wooden house where your mind swims away from right here, because right here will never feel as silent as where behind your eyes grow the greenest fields. Even rooms flood with brittle light almost as though light could float autumn leaves through rain even now in March. Last Gethsemane prayer cries and rainy sky lilies could soak my feelings through my eyes to become everything I see and breathe it all into my dreams. And the pier lights reflected on the rippled black water, but I always am waiting for you-you when I can finally breathe after holding my breath. (You stood just as how you always walked past me, as a statue, the yearning for marble eternity clinging still in the living subject's eyes, your eyes. The whole world was reflected in your stone lake eyes, they always glimmer from afar but I cannot call out to your ears, seashell ears that would deafen the sobbing of fear.)-You stand just as in a dream, yet music ever has confronted me so trembling wildly; you're looking for sleep in the sky. Wind always blows like eyelashes from the sun, you walk as if on water and skip stars throughout my entire lakes of waking, visions of yesterday pulled apart like old string. We almost feel our yesterdays but beautiful dreams wake us up into a new day-Following the curving green park bench railing of a rainy day to when we would walk under all the street lights. In shape giant as acorns the sleepy light would expand the sky to be a bigger blue than it ever had been; holding you in my arms feels exactly like that(fading as memories but with pure atmosphere inside our chests growing so wide and calm). Every breath with you will always be some new body of water enveloping our hearts warm. Fading guitar plucks and intricate patterns on fireside rugs remained surprisingly yet stagnantly in tune with the sky and I'm going as far as our star moves in the night sky. (Almost every sun pouring through trees is grey from the start and never leaves, even in puddles where 'There' is blacker than 'Here' and no one might ever be lost.) Water lilies dont float gigantic in the sky as they do in the black and blue forever lakes of your love, they resonate a duet just like our hearts. Heartbeats underwater so that the clear pond expands with us all, slowly in and old sun's death amazement-soft as kisses. With the lakes as wet as a new night sky, all the flowers bud new love in darkness, only to break against time and slowly open up to light-as all my yesterdays fade into right now; so that we might greet the harmony of our future. Loved from every beginning, darling you never created the world but everything greeted you so perfectly in all passing and I always dream for eternity, but that I dream is beacuse of you.
Old Coats
To love this moment the most is more than any angel could hope for, which is why they sleep in the sky away from here, sleep outside windows, (outside the windows before thunder gave them light and took it away and broke them all, before the rain puddled the roof tops, the rooftop fires in dreams. The cello right now bowed so sudden a downpour so that everything smells as its colors drenched but all the houses remain warm; it connects now to how I felt back then in snores and yawns of a waking foxhole. I've only held hands with you in the rain and can't imagine dry falling-Roadways flood and so our future footsteps are in every town.) outside cloudy beach rain when the wooden gates snore their brown with a grey sky; A sky made of leaves so that wind rustles the entire sky orange and our faces know rain sooner than the dotted cement. Roof shingles secretly hold your scent yet I can only see them and they are always out of reach in the moist air. Tulip air, dew falls within us all a grey sky made of Japanese flower leaves. Wet flowers floating through black lakes(floating like stars upside down in the view of your house from coming home and so we blossom as flowers blossom into wilting: just like trains)-My carnation wilts and windows the perpetually impossible dying sunset on the moon; almost as how the reds and oranges are more than any tide movement(the moon holds everything, especially gazes and hands). With every fallen petal, a minor eclipse, minor heartbreaks while your wolfishly pure eyes will never cease howling love through the feeling that our falling gives me. And my carnation blossoms in my lips repeating your name, here Sails through a soaring sky unkempt and unhated except by those whom extinguish love's flame with their fear.(An unflickered, unrippled night of steady hands if hands ever could not dance.) Midnight bus stops in city parks light up my childhoods and lamps still look new under rain. The black nights of youth faded to brown wooden gates (one day I'm going to kiss you on the cheek under the eiffel tower, wind will blow through red flowers; we'll wear old coats and never quit dreaming wind chimes) Windchimes dressed the wind up as birds though all I saw was a cello broad wooden curving melody, between two brick walls where trees grow a greyer cloud, trees growing thunder. You walk through the leaves turning them ever over and falling flowers through my hair. The night tasted the blood in its mouth and could not tremble; flowers steadily sway swinging porch goodnights. In this night sky to die under flowers feel so perfect for I always felt my death to be black in the lightest way as candles inside rooms. Almost rainy daydreams grow your smiles into my memory, cascading into all, making alive this moment an angel(of your tears) Wilting fading flower tendrils curve the lines of the wind, sleeping our tears in the ocean of night. There is something between feeling and seeing words on paper but I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'll never be alone and I Thank You.
The flowers, the wind, the moon and the night sky.
That moment of creation, the realization of love in every moment
The world will never be the same
Outside the window was a door which could only exist in the pure white streetlight beside it, in the nighttime of that moment when I was so lost. Lost but not alone because your hand touched mine so that the entire world might live in our heartbeat, might live in the dizzying movement of the moon and how everything is always fading into smells we cannot imagine. You fill the entire world with hope as the blue sky fills the room and it remains a dark white. It's just like when we kiss and everything in me pours out into us. The door only exists in the light but it is made out of rain, pure rainwater from the trees above, green trees alive in blackness and starlight. Alive in the pouring creation piano music as skipping stones on the pure ocean water in my heart (ripples flow from our together hands). And nighttime is a black cave full of stars and love in which we hold eachother around a fire, lost in the chanting of the stars love to eachother. All the buildings have a layer of salt which we mistook for stars and became enraptured in the sea of night and eachother's waterfall hearts. And a thousand forgotten, neverknown rooms in my heart flow out my eyes and meet me in flower's breath.(When we followed our hearts to the ocean and lived on the moon for years in dreams tapped from a cherry-blossom tree) Our dreams are japan, so alone and beautiful with the moon behind a tree. I see it all through the window and when we hold hands the entire world breaks open and that's when everything begins, when the night is complete and in the end, everything is love.
We always stood in eachother's arms in the middle of the road, that most impossible of worlds and in your arms I never have to try to stop everything from slipping away from me as it usually does. And I will always feel at home there standing in impossibility with you because love has never been so real. I saw that the sky was blue for the first time and it's so amazing to realize how blue the sky really is. You are the night, when all I can smell is you, darkness has never been brighter and we wholly envelope eachother and everything in love. Rain waltzes continuously as the colors in your eyes dancing in my heart and the rain waters the entire lover-flower of life turning this world green. The winged juxtaposition of a silent angry night against your eyes was a green sea moving in the reflection of windows, of your eyes while the wind ever loving moved the branches of a poplar(The moon moves so sorrowful all around). We walk hand in hand half-submerged through the sea with the eyelashes of new light from old stars brushing our faces, painting us new, the night sky leading us onward together.
Rediscover life through love (right now).
Sunset Teapot Dreams.
Our vision has always been of a flowing green sea. Flower buds bloom even slower underwater than in sunlight in white rooms no matter how astoundingly blue the sky outside the window is. Your voice in my head, my raindrop heart from a thousand miles away. The heart sings its own song completely different then I would ever expect.Understanding would be the biggest misunderstanding. We walk half conscious under half remembered streetlights and all the buildings begin to bloom just as flowers underwater(fragile and so full of life) our eyes swimming through smells, our hearts swim in cold water.
A lifetime burning in every moment.
When the sunset falls over the buildings and I can't tell if it's water or a dream; these flowers are something to believe in, to be forever letting go of and the light and water always smell the same (I can't tell the difference between love and your eyes)
-When I hold my breath and all I can think of is you, you in my heart beating in a dream. Where I almost saw you in the garden but you were right beside me the entire time(if time is worth anything more than a kiss from you) We started planting a garden but ended up behind the furthest sunset and everything was as if nothing had ever happened anywhere.
We stand together on the water's edge, on the edge of everything we have ever experienced deep within our souls. Where the sunset touches the water and I just want to be as impossibly close to it as I can be and I want to be in your arms (everything pure around us is set on fire, painted by the warmth of your eyes across stars; kiss the curving lines of the sunset onto my cheek.) In a dream with you I watched the sun set over an orange terrace infinite.
-In a dream, death had never been so real and calm. I gently rose to meet it, hope in my heart of life and yet so lost. Who are we? The teapot boils so cloudy and we pour it across the sky with the meeting of hearts to cool the world off, wrap us up in a blanket of dreams. Falling, falling (your eyes and the stars and me in my dreams) Let go of your pride, your dreams, let go of your fears and wilt, wilt in love. Open your eyes to a new day. To create is to love!
Morning Glories
The quiet of the dark white in the morning and everything is happening almost backwards, still waking from dreams. It feels almost as if the walls were vined with flower's purple though my imagination/neighborhood lungs wake up with what sailors see on the horizon at night(searching for home). Droll pacing of wind on the windows because anticipation rolls and rolls and always waits for me. Quarreling, tumbling are lighthouses through sea skies as I step out doors into my neighborhood where I always have been. Innocence is only gained when my world is inverted made of water. New days and swimming considerations of past forevers, the light on the wall blinds my senses soft as a snail and of course then all purple is real. The roads are butterfly light because stepping on them is so blue and flutters in the pier of morning light my heart. Trees burst the sky upward green and so I greet burning day. (In your arms-finally a thousand lost dreams realized) Light apocalypse hanging red in the rose bud because in all the Greek hanging gardens pediments crash to the earth and also crash lonely sunset awe into my views of the fence alongside roads I walk. Passive apocalypse because I'm sure the sun flies. I will never forget a flower falling from the tree-wholly opposite to birds perching amid branches ever steady. And I will never forget your hand falling with mine-exactly like our two lips. And the sun is really a thousand of [these] feathers in the night and your eyes have always been/looked like stars/suns, such marvelous hanging gardens over the river of land, sparkling sea salt of mountains. I really can't imagine night without your heart.
Night's as long as a knife as long as I see your eyes but feel your kiss; I only see your eyes in the night. No one has ever felt the moment before their death but I have been there, I have found love. (Love in all the movements of the eye and the branches) Stars can yet be seen through fog as the future/hope is yet found right now and I stand amongst all of you and I live it all. I die in the future and I live in this moment. Night as long as dreams is the only road home. (No two people dream the same and thus life is always different always beautiful as your smiles are different colors.)
It turns out that life is just a bunch of rooms that we're too undecidedly afraid to enter though we always look in through the windows infinite and we always dream. Beautiful rooms we'd never be able to imagine, beyond dreams because dreams are what make the moment beautiful but life makes the next moment loving. We've made it and we're still going.
-A glimpse into what this moment will feel like in nostalgia, three years from now.
Sleeping in tree trunks, tulips are caught saved in the middle of a lake and I don't know whether they are standing or whether they are breathing but them being found after lost feels so mountanous when I know everywhere in time there you smile for me. Wobbling clouds and the pines panic birds out their stomaches. Wobbling salty clouds and I wish your eyes were lighthouses on the horizon brown cliff. Your vision is a genuine feeling and I wish I could hear it outside of shells; outside these rooms the ocean roars. Accordion mornings because all the music in the mountains is folded gently when your smiling lips and I don't know how I stand feeling the music and being exactly here where all I want to be is with you. Somewhere between hearing music and where I sit dreaming is God himself breathing love into the world, is where everything I ever knew transforms completely warm new in love(it's all I got, our pounding heart). Somewhere behind morning, (the entire world is waking up in the light on purple flowers all over my white wall) we create this moment, this dream so together.
