Thursday, July 28, 2016

Nothing ordinary about this.

Nothing ordinary about this.





If you’d have known
Would it then have mattered?
The fool is blind to love,
Not for it that keeps him safe,
But because the moment,
Here and now is precious.
Creating mystery cannot be overdone,
When two worlds collide,
Slide the feeling,
Emotional firestorms raging,
Pieces of heaven falling
At the feet of the willing.
Fool be I for love
On this day
In this place
For this face,
The face of grace.

Rapture becomes the birthplace,
Elation races into each tiny
Spectral, station under fascination.
And pure love reeks of adrenalin,
The fuel to build new worlds.
Mine the lament of children,
Never understanding the allure,
Pure, demure and insecure.
Caught as if the pants
Were down, surrendered for
A night of magic on the town,
Such weirdness wears a
Thorny crown of emeralds,
Pearls and black velvet gown.
On this step
In this way
I rejoice
To hear loves true voice.