Clandestine
Grace
A gentle touch
Igniting fires
In the gaps
Of resonant silence
Ensnared by desire
Intensely burning
Consuming
Elusively whispering
Through birth and
demise
With our eyes
reflected
In the splintered mirrors
Of fractured time
In forgotten epochs
And the illusion of
lines
Through eternal space
Over the sound
Of broken notes
With a sudden
Clandestine grace
And a new-found
communion
In a wilderness
Of words
Muse
My ultimate muse
My perpetual
Work in progress
You peel things
In the dark
And wait
Owl
Wisdom comes
In quiet moments
Gentle wings
On wayward winds
Soft callings
Guiding sharp eyes
Through dark forests
With the silence
Of an owl
Shimmering
In the moonlit air
Thick with
possibility
In the jazz-filled
nights
Along the river
Down long corridors
Of souls alight
Beneath the surface
Of ourselves
Where heartbeats
And dreams
Stoke shimmering
fires
And we chase
The gilded mirrors
Of endless running
Beneath a new
Wolf moon
Reflected
Union
Absolute
In the search
For reality
Pale blue powder
In the morning light
Doors creaking open
Insight through
attention
Captured
In a kiss
Under wild moons
And the union
Of the spirit
With the flesh
Unseen
Melancholic notes
Symphonies of longing
In dimly lit corners
Of cafes
Where unspoken dreams
Reside
And emotions bloom
With fragile petals
In silence
Cutting verse
Across night skies
Within the echoes
Of hope
And promises
Unfulfilled
Weavers
Savage jungles
Lovers prowling
Ravenous instinct
Dragging
Gripping
A saviour
And our undoing
A wilderness
Of untamed forces
Beneath lost language
And the intricacies
Of secret souls
And the endless
weaving
Of being
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