Golden Thread

I'm writing you from the
                 darkroom of my art
as I imagine you snugly in bed
and I'm feeling a golden thread
shooting through your heart to mine
Our energies combined
We have been developing this love
                          for a very long time
Filling my head with visions
                           like a magical wine
We drink, we kiss, we dance about
and fly like the pixies we are
We shed more light when one
                        than our closest star
How about that? We beat the sun
no matter, close or far
So, then, just imagine, Ror
how much more we can do
                         with this love divine
once we are hand in hand
walking through the passages of time
leading to our promised land
the merging of our conjoined soul
                        into one mighty tree
makes it possible for other
                       twins like you and me
You could say it's our karmic duty
to share this soul communion
sending others on their path toward twin destiny
Bliss is our mission and our gift
The revolution begins with our tryst
What army could stop us once it's begun?
I ask you, how could we part ways
                              when the tryst is done?
For me, it's like being face to face
                            with the barrel of a gun
My sunflower eyes will plead my case
Babe, let me follow you down
You know I was lost and now I'm found

Not For A Reward

The Universe is on my side is what I'm told
Day after day I'm still alive enough to behold
offerings of a generous nature
from all of my fellow creatures of old
Even in my ilk I can take pride
People surprise me when their giving is bold
It makes me feel a bit more safe
to get embraced by some wonderful souls
At one time I had made the ablution
but not yet the sacrifice
I had to pick a side and carry the flame
and in no one could I truly confide
The only solution was to strengthen my foothold
in the work of all to the Lord
I tried never to keep score or ask what for
To give no thought of reward
not even knowing if I would make
my way out of the flood
I believe it's called serving the servant
To: Nicole, With Love: The Universe
Just enough to break my fall
A little more strength to scale the wall
I praise You, Universe, with my blazing, broken heart
First we're together, then we're apart
Father Time's receding waves come back to crash
and divine is the art of the narrow escape
of the pit and the pendulum
Something like torture and transmigration
Am I coming or going as we return to this forever?
I can't stand the anticipation

What Ifs

What if my petals have
               all blown in the wind?

What if, when I try to sing again
The notes don't reach so high?
               No, not because I don't try

What if I have lost my form?
                        My will, my mind?

When I laugh I cry
But the birds still coo despite my chagrin
They take to the sky, but, no, not with I

What if the magic has finished
                      paying me in kind?

If all my thousand trails are "back then?"
Where has magic gone, what shall I find
But the glint of wings leaving me behind?