Curv

A carbon waltz 
Along the lines of your feature 

Sways and shades
Of Cosmic Contours

Meera
Montage

ρєα¢є

να¢υυм σƒ уσυ αη∂ ι,
єηтєяѕ νια ωαтєя,
ѕυ¢н αяє тяαηѕƒυѕισηѕ σƒ
ѕтяαω ∂σℓℓ ѕєяєηιту.
єνєяу ησω αη∂ αgαιη,
ℓσνє ρяєναιℓѕ, σя тяιєѕ тσ.


σ∂∂ мєη συт тняσω αѕρнαℓт
ƒσя ησ яєαѕση, яєαℓℓу.
уσυ ηєνєя ¢αѕт α ѕтσηє
σя ωσя∂ѕ, ωιтн α ρυяρσѕє,
υηℓєѕѕ, ѕρυяѕ σƒ мσмєηтѕ
яυη тнє тι¢кєя ∂σωηωαя∂.


ρєα¢є ¢σмєѕ ιη мαувєѕ,
яιgнт αƒтєя тнє єη∂ιηg,
αѕ єριѕσ∂ι¢ ηιgнт.
ιт вσωѕ ƒσя αη єη¢σяє,
ѕσ ιт gσєѕ, αѕ αℓωαуѕ,
єνєη вєℓℓѕ мαкє αηgєℓѕ.

уσυ η мє

мανяα νσℓια ιѕ α ∂яєαм αωαу,

нι∂∂єη ωιтнιη συя нєαятѕ ƒσяєνєямσяє,

ωяαρρє∂ ιη тнє αмєтнуѕт-вℓυє ℓιηgєяιє

σƒ тнє ѕєα тнαт σρєηѕ тσ нєανєη'ѕ ∂σσя.

тнє ℓємση-σяαηgє ƒяαgяαη¢є ѕтιяѕ тнє ѕєηѕєѕ

αмσηg тнє мαѕтιнα αη∂ ¢уρяєѕѕ тяєєѕ.

αт ση¢є, ι яєℓιηqυιѕн αℓℓ ∂єƒєηѕєѕ

υη∂єяηєαтн тнє ℓυмιησυѕ ρℓєια∂єѕ.

ωє αяє αѕ σηє αη∂ ησтнιηg єℓѕє мαттєяѕ.

тнє ѕєαωαтєя яιρρℓєѕ, ѕωєєтℓу ѕєяєηє.

тнє ραѕт ιѕ ραѕт αη∂ qυιєтℓу ѕ¢αттєяѕ

αмσηg мσυηтαιησυѕ нєιgнтѕ σƒ σℓινє gяєєη.

ωє ωнєєℓ тσ тнє ѕку ση тнє вяι∂gє σƒ ηιgнт

ιηтσ тнє вℓυє ℓα¢є σƒ ѕєℓєηє'ѕ вяιgнт мσση,

ѕιℓнσυєттєѕ ¢συρℓє∂ ιη тιмєℓєѕѕ ∂єℓιgнт

вєηєαтн тнє ѕтαяℓιgнт ιη ρєяƒє¢т ¢σммυηє.

ι ¢αηησт ѕєє αℓℓ тнє ѕтαяѕ ιη тнє ѕку;

ƒσя, ι αм вℓιη∂є∂ ƒяσм ℓσσкιηg αт уσυ.

σηє ℓσσк, му ℓιƒє, ιη α вяєαтн αη∂ α ѕιgн;

αη∂ ι αм ∂єνσтє∂, ƒαιтнƒυℓ, αη∂ тяυє.

αη∂ ѕσ, συя ℓσνє ιѕ ιммσятαℓ αη∂ ƒяєє,

ѕρυη ву тнє ƒαтєѕ ση тнє ℓσσм σƒ тнє нєαят,

вσяη σƒ тнє gσ∂ѕ ιη тнє ℓαη∂ ву тнє ѕєα

αη∂ ℓιкє єαятн тσ тнє ѕку, ηєνєя тσ ραят.

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Let us fall across the sky of our bed like twilit stars that are spinning through space.
Let the long-stemmed moonlight shine overhead, glancing over the rim of her dark vase.
Night holds the magic in heaven above. The lingering mist encircles us all. 


When I need you most, when I need your love,
 I pray! My dearest darling, 




..................................................................................................................Let me fall. 

Tessel'ation Romance

Flooded with romance and fantasy,

I am transported across the miles.

Sweet rhapsody of romantasy!

I dance on the curve of all your smiles.

The wind whispering along the wave

is the breath of two lovers kissing -

one heart giving; the other who gave,

who knew what the other was missing.

Two souls entwine and sweet love prevails.

Water turns to wine across the sky.

Morning mist cools the impassioned sails

that have no future except to fly.

The ancient tides resound with your voice,

ringing around me in bells so blue.

The nights, the days, the heavens rejoice!

All is made perfect because of you.

I rise to the brim, dispersed in bliss.

A golden wind encircles the sky.

I fall into love, into your kiss.

I am the sparkle that lights your eye.

Nothing is sweeter than fantasy

within the romance that never ends.

Sweet rhapsody of romantasy!

Our love is a beacon that transcends.


♥

Shhh !

I share the silence with the window,
loneliness filling the wine glass
that is stirred with memories of you.

The wind whispers and the leaves stir,
a soft rustling of rushing thoughts;
and I wonder ... who shares your silence?

Needles fall from the pine,
pricking the earth's dark flesh,
her complexion paled by winter's breath.

Cascading outside my window,
trails of tears fall down the long face of night.
An unbearable intensity floods my being.

I lift my hand, place it against the window
and imagine you on the other side
with your hand lifted in response to mine.

You put a finger to my lips, their warmth hidden,
but the slow fog of my breath clouds the glass;
and in its opacity, I write your name.

You are so near; and yet, so far.
Before me like the moon just out of reach,
you haunt me with the ghost of your touch.

I lean into the silence, stretch with the stillness,
and blow out an old flame reflected in my window.
You disappear with the smoke and sulfur.

I stand still and contemplative ... longing,
thinking of you and how it feels
to be sharing in the silence ... alone

Butterfliogical

You’ve Danced and Laughed and Sang and Cried
And Drowned in Tears of many Lives...


Been, Dali____ Melting Clocks ..
Dreaming in Gold Eyelids...


There is no such thing as Infinity.
There is Now. and Now. and Now.


Mythological meaning to:
:::::
Imagination.......
Conjures shapes


Very few |
with |
relative | 
meaning. |


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Extraordinary 
Moths among butterflies and windowsills.
Show the most beautiful Art
.
.
Open your mind and Realise.....
What is Unknown is thought to be Magnificent


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