
Sweet – Grown Nectar of Vision
“What casts a spell over other gods lets this most cunning god escape…”
“What casts a spell over other gods lets this most cunning god escape…”
“You, the great homesickness we could never shake off…”
“And you’d become the keening, the butterfly’s insistence…”
“I saw you dancing last night near the roof of this world…”
“…and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void…”
“…And he showed to them a vision, giving to them sight when before there was only hearing…”
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.
The claims made upon us by the hard work of love are bigger than life and essential to our unfolding…
All things are the body of the violin, filled with murmuring darkness.
I will receive your glance as a fountain in which things can disappear and above which the sky trembles, both eager and afraid to fall in.
the secrecy of fate and the darkness of Earth at evening-
Amidst the swell I can see only you…
I danced till my ashen covered feet sparked the ember in the tinder of possibility…
I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects, in some dark and silent place that doesn’t resonate when the depths resound…
The stones and stars envy the movements of your legs and tongue…
To each of us you reveal yourself differently: to the ship as coastline, to the shore as a ship…
Although we never even touched I feel ravaged & raw with knowing…
Waking up in the morning with the scent of you buried beneath my nails…
She moves the tides and laughs as we think we can shield our hearts from her magnetic pull…
The Promise of union with You has kept me alive, And fearing separation from You, many deaths I have died