Romance as Mist

As the scars stare back at my knees as a child I remember him; always before me and infinitely past.

This listing perfume; love as is; caresses me without any reality as touch or see.

It rises through my creative juices that flow as my blood through my heart that loves.

It rises; this has been; un had romance and all the unknown glory and lists and dreams as unreachable, and to remain this scar or stain or beautiful work of art as is and forever producing like mist from water:

me.

This life I have; the source that is. My reality; as formed.

I am quenched;

not as I thought.

Hope in Distant Stars

I am alone without enough soap.

Still waters escape through lifting fog.

Prick hate for loving you and beat hate down.

The thorn birds rest upon my crown.

Dust and ash; my origin; my being reflects.

The source I'm reaching toward.

Illumination find me.

Moon in the haunted forest; be my guide.

Navigating by stars back in time toward home. Where the heart is.

Found and lying among my luxe treasure…once again.

Floating. No flying comet like flinging and fire dancing destiny.