Winter Alchemy

The hibernating Mage wanders underground now

Lost in the labyrinthine caverns of winter's grief

Each chamber like a dream recorded:

The sighing room of leather wombs,

The shimmer chambers shaped like dancing skirts

The shuttered basements where the moths flutter for the memory of the moon

And the cave of alchemy

Where he painted the sun upon the wall to remember warmth

In that place he gathered the spring blossoms come to soon

Vibrant blush upon the branches that danced

Capturing all that delicate snow

Until the bower beams shattered

Hung now like slaughtered doves

Dripping wet magic

Upon the Seeing Orbs

One for darkness and one for light

Frozen orbits of the infinite

Her silver chalice ever overflowing

Moistening the very marrow of the universe

Here he will await the true spring

Carving ancient wands from the branches

willing the shattered stones to meet with a kiss

In this secret healing place

Dream Time

See how she dances for me

Like branches of embrace

Touching in the wind

I feel vapors of the sea breeze

O infinite and liquid desert that denies

Like kisses from afar

Swirling now about my inner eye

Tis’ Winter now at this incline

Chill wind to awaken the senses

The autumn leaves scattered long ago

The vermillion fever buds yet but a premonition

Now the dance must consume before hearth and fire

Entwining paths of embrace in the darkened folds of long nights

Close your eyes in this warm dark and you can see entire worlds

Dream time

Each night a pageant of imagining

…and the Mage all a merging

Gifts from some other place

Visitations

Of the Goddess breath of myth

While stars wheel above the slumbering

And pine bowers sway

In their moonlit way

Sometimes the dreams come from afar

South of the tropic

Where summer heat hath burrowed so fine

And the Goddess dances like the saltine seas

Each undulating curve

Like a wave

Enwraps

And impresses

Like jeweled toes in soft sands

Footprint tapestries of the swaying siren

A Calligraphy born of the desire to move

And the waving waters of the lagoon

That float the flesh as if in a dream

Lapping the slope and rippled curve

Waves upon waves

Underwater Undulations

Thusly wrap the sun so watery upon her forms

Like two branches brushing in a dream

And so I awake to make what art I can

To echo but a fraction of this bliss