the titanic equal of the smallest tender and happy thing, love ~
its traces so easily lost in the whirls of winds and hours
there it forever uncomprehended swirls ~
its pieces cast far round the earth and through
oceanic sublimations of dolphin and blue whale lows are silenced
as we are cowed by our own flesh-depth calculations ~
within our cathedrals we gather light like gems instead of skin
wherein and upon we bow down to our math, again, instead
we are never foolish nor empty more than we when stodgy and wise
lick the complex simplicities we have made gods of like us
no child would bow down to in wonderment more than
to a first sneeze or to a new sibling’s blue-eyed gleam
against such vessels our wizened careless lives howl
into commandments of a self wrought solemnized soul-emptying
how we do sway to the rhythm of our own crackling waste paper balls
oh how we easily become so mere ~
song or a memory of touch and soundscapes
but how the little birds make a silent music we weep to
at a final moment or of a first loft, as the tendons of flight born sigh out
Author notes
inspired by http://allpoetry.com/poem/5078977 'Sacred Stone' by Night Hope
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You Bring Me Life...
"within our cathedrals we gather light like gems instead of skin"
I gave you the red stone I gave my mother as a child, for your magnificent flute's embrace. Perhaps the tones will be a subtle (or brilliant) shade of red when they pour out into the universe...You also know I (still) have some pretty little stones. They are all yours, as am I. I will scatter them across your palm & watch the light dance across your skin with the light you've gathered from within my eyes, my Beloved, for you put it there with your gentle hand, your loving words, your beautiful heart. This penning...is far too superior for my "mere" words to describe, Danni...& ohhh, your last four lines...You make me weep with the depths of your absolute Beauty. To think that anything I might have written bore ANY influence whatsoever on something you wrote...I cannot tell you how honored...Nay, how SACRED that makes me feel. I tremble with your touch, my Love...I tremble with the aching knowledge of your lips upon my memory...upon my future...upon my every waking breath. Your words, Scribe, your words...Ohhh, you simply MUST be an angel. No "mere" mortal could write this tenderly, this poignantly, this divinely... 
♥ 
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