There is so much Love

These are the nights when harsh lights fade and moonlight is my guide.

Now I am the one.
I run through tall grasses until I am the wind moving it.
Caressing
Loving
Freeing
A dark ocean so green and alive I can smell the color of her.
She lifts me up to see what I could not see before.
She pulls me down into her fecund embrace with whispers of herbs, poems, nitrates, standing stones, lovers found, lost, and found again.
So close, I am her
and she is me.

We hold the hand of our innocence.
Love.
Chaotic beauty that is our end and beginning.
Magic.

I Love You

I love you.
I love you so much, and I'm so sorry that I'm not here to hold you, look in your eyes, and whisper it in your ear. I could start crying sitting here thinking about how much I care about you.
Even if I never meet you, I want you to believe that I have thought about you and sat, and cried my love and caring out to you. I really believe that you have felt it too. We are all connected and I just want to share this love with you.
I want us to look into each others eyes and know that we are the same.
It's so beautiful!
When we embrace we are embracing each other and ourselves!
You are never alone my friend.
I'll always love you.
Always.

Born Beneath Branches

I hear your song on the wind,
And I follow.
Haunting, beautiful melody of a mystery born beneath branches.
I see your eyes smile at me,
And I smile.
A headlong rush of Spirit, Sexuality, Need, Passion, and Impossible Gravity, spiraling inward, ever closer to the source.
I hold you in my arms,
And I'm held.
Now rising, reaching new heights, Laughing, Breathing, Crying, Holding, and Holding.
I give you myself,
And you fill me with light.
Amazing Light, Beauty, and Love that starts in your eyes and never ends...

The End

There were threads.
Tenuous and wispy in the breeze, they hold on.
Between my fingers and falling slowly to the ground they scream "SEE ME!!!"
I see,...but they still let go.
And it's me they're speeding downward with.
The anchor is raised and the ropes are broken.
The last bits are holding to the folds of my bleeding hands.
Desperate in the light of the setting sun.
No one sees this Swan dive.