infinite

Orchestral morning glories blanketed silence that deafened the sky, secrets, whispered, softly surrendered, victorious. We are thoroughbreds on fire across Great Plains, hooves beating, tribal drums pounding like hearts, thunderous, wild and in flight, like leaves upon paths of forests and glens, bearing beauteous northern and southern celestial spheres, infinite. Orion keeps watchful eye in deep velvet divinity, this fresh eve, this most holy night. Two worlds within one, my palm reaches - lucid and glass-like cradling your jawbone, ever so gently - your precious mouth, quivering, hungered, your heavenly crown, halos above angelic doves white streams of dreams, of words spoken, written, stated, screamed, loved, and never left. Somehow, I am elsewhere - my spirit is screeching - every moment of breath, dreaming with eyes wide open. Your arms surround me warming my frame, hands on my hips, behind me, protective - as I tilt my head upward and we are alive melded with this Dear Earth - the dirt, her blood, our bones, her roots. My spirit has kissed your very own. And I am complete, I am home. © Susan Marie