Muse-bitten, She smiles
flutters about the luminous airs of imagining
gathering offshoots of infinity in her mystic chalice

dusting karma of youth defiled
she rises
scatters her potion amidst the eddies
witnesses the wonder and feeds it
casts it anew

light as a feather, she dances in the dream
brings music to the scene she sustains
surprises herself
listens
administers additions, layers the soils
adores the flowering sward. she spreads herself amongst the scions of hope
assimilates
renews herself
she beckons...

heeding the call, forgetting himself, he reaches
falters on the edge of his dream
falls off into the abyss, floats downward
adrift on a wandering stream
he knows naught... sees nothing, despairs of living
flings himself about the eddying currents
rebukes his karmic burdens
gives in

beyond strife, he washes himself upon the shore
renews himself
seeks, though he fails to remember
innocent again, he sees
enters the garden

she tends to her flowers through the long dawn
embanks the beds against storms she foresees
notices not that he's drawn so near, as he meanders along the lawn
he sees the flowers, adores them
adores her

they dance; he wonders
looses dragons of the past once more
the storm clouds rise, threatening all the dreamers have wrought
whistling through the gaps of their awareness into the darkness of their doubts
feeding it

in the depth of unknowing despair
lost in the nightmare
he cries for something-- anything
to hold
in the depth of unknowing despair
lost in his wildest summonings
she reaches...

touching fearfully, doubtfully, they weather the wounding
step slowly out of their hiding
surveying the garden's remains

crushed are the flowers she held so dear
bent are the oaks, flooded the meadows,
abandoned the woodland trails. the beasts have fled

trembling with grief, eyes red, she mourns
searches for signs of life. he shields her from abating winds as light returns
the land shines anew...
swept up in the sunlit brilliance, catching breath at the barrenness about,
she barely notices the light tap on her shaking shoulder... turns slowly with lingering doubt... sees him

he smiles gently, tenderly
holds up the seed--
morning glory...

he adores her


Muse-bitten, She smiles...






for aler
i couldn't love you more than i do right now

© G.Cassel 2004