In the Breath Between

Image by LUM3N from Pixabay

The scent of pine oozed into my lungs like smooth melting sugar as I walked through the recently rain-bathed forest. The crisp green and earthly tones of nature suggested emotive tales of imagination, dating to, or rather pointing to a timeless memory of home where my heart swelled with blissful sweetness and emanated with self-indulging love.

I laid upon the wet pine straw; a bed once dreamt ‘mid the forest clearing. Although the late afternoon sun radiated through the nearby droplets suspending from all around, traces of storm clouds hung above the glade to shelter me with their coolness.

The sound of the dancing river to the north and the whistling mockingbirds cast the trance of a tribal enchantment, serving together as gatekeepers into the subtler realms of being. Little eyes peeked out curiously through the angles adjacent to the forest’s gleam in this in-between, desirous to know who came to drowse amidst their digs.

Blending softly in the breeze, the whispers and hushed words of the forest denizens became swirls of their resolve to welcome me. Their lulling touch reminisced about the weaving threads where wanderers and spirits met for ecstatic frolic in the fold of freedom borne by the young hearts of jolly children.

Beads of Transcendence

Image by Janet Herman from Pixabay

The pale blue seeps

through the blinds,

beckoning me to dance

and perfume myself

with the tears of dawn.

Oh, how they shine

with the wistfulness of youth

and potential life!

How tender their visage,

and sensuous their cry,

conjuring mirabilia

upon the world entranced!

And thus, I laud

a sight so bright,

honouring grace at heart –

a core of oceanic tides.

My willows follow

the smiling breeze

of early morning’s wet kiss.

My eaves drip

salted sacraments

of hidden beauty.

Of Hollowed & Hallowed

If by virtue of love

I come to hold thee close,

my darling rose,

let thy petals guide the way

back to the master of hope.

Make the wind

the charioteer of my spleen –

the silken and sweet wish

of an eternal alchemist.

If by virtue of love

we abide within the all,

my precious soul,

the forest lore

indigenous to the core

shall unveil the jewels between worlds.

Whispers and echoing tones

shall join the carnival of glamour

in its seductive call of sandalwood and dragon’s blood.