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Warm, smooth miracle? I’m so amazed and mesmerized. Crystal gleams in her eyes (Reflections chime) From the whispering candle light Sweet symphony I kiss her lips and I’m so alive We hold each other close, all night Shangri-La’s within her eyes The sighing smoke whirls to crescendo While the spirit in her calls me, as a cool breeze Through my open, Caledonia country window And Grand River carries us away, on an almost endless boat ride Safely, Securely, Sigh Calling, Calling The birds, the willow trees The soothing sway We breathe I slip into that magic forever, in that shining space of stars a’ shining high above And deeply in that ocean of her eyes Reflecting the watery, calm call, rippling, in a wrinkling light There’s a waxy, warm, smooth miracle Happily crying Our hands hold the candle together Melting Molding our hands as one Holding Holding She is the love of my life; Flowing and free With the river Us three, Now one Certainty Embraced and flowing Deep into the shadowy unknowns Of all that is Around Within Out there And, to be Searching for that magic solitude in the undying calmness of the whispering sedation and windy shore of that deep ocean of oneness Ocean blue, Natalia ‘Think I love you Allow me to wax in wonder at your grace Your soft, sweet curves, to feel my full lips, warm breath trace Each bud and shivery, tingling goose bump taste The scent of passion Where we embrace Neath the trees of Binbrook Our veins Grounded to the Earth, yet branching out, everywhere Breathing Each others’ breathe With roots so full of new, intoxicating oxygen and rushing blood We flow like the river We are life! In this poetic dream, I run my trembling finger through her weeping willow hair ‘with shaking hands; reach to this angels’ face to part the braids from her blond veil And in a supernova blast, her eyes scream jade and amber stardust colour in a sunny Caribbean wave through arctic glacier and aurora northern nebulae Her arms fall slowly to her side, While I kiss her softly like all those bending branches swaying along the riverside how these Binbrook trees, along this hwy 56 are reminiscent tears to my blue-green eye for those long, romantic Dunville picnics and Byng Island evening canoe rides Let me bow for you and take your hand In the misty dawn; uncovering Forests, sighing evergreen In spirit wind and unity Allow me to flow along with you In rivers of calm blue patience Mirrored While we float together calmly in our own lagoon of accepted unpredictability Yet we’re secure While all around our certainty, The roughest waves of time-tsunamis Between us The only distance is the space we share while listening Sharing Breathing Gently Lips move closer All is pleasantly swelling Clouds and waves and our lips Parting Hearts and thunder beating A sun shower begins While our raft reaches sand And we roll into the shore with the tide And make passionate love in the cool, wet white sands; shining, And our youthful laughing sounds across the vastness of forevers’ aquamarine sea How do I express such gratitude to you? For the experience of you For the miraculous, wondrous experience Of simply, basking in the glow of your smile You shine like a happy sky Clearly, with freckles and twinkles, endless From your reassuring, pleased eyes, sending; A warm, kind, gentle rush of calmness and content That I yearn to bathe in, like a tropical lagoon, waterfall or hot spring Forever You are the last true gem In a sea of rubble and ash From terror’s war Of too many people obsessing over the same things In confirmations’ conformity You stand tall Beaming Like a giant sun Through a galaxy of clouded dead stars’ dust You glimmer and shine and turn ash to diamonds And recreate life in the earth and sky, all around Just by being here Reflecting And I feel somewhat guilty For wanting Am I now too, obsessing? This is not what has caused the harm they’ve done This is true love And what takes me to the perfect kindness and pure creation In your laughing, brilliant, loving eyes He must sustain The ecstasy Eternal high What he must feel Won’t set him free The pharmacy Has locked the door He pounds the ground With his bleeding hands Writhes on the floor In corridors What’s he good for! Nothing is real Out in the cold All alone In alleyways A foggy gaze And the traffic always turns and swerves When his heart shrills n’ he stumbles from the curb And he’s poked n’ punctured every burnt up nerve And he’s just so cursed N’ he’s runnin’ from his hurt Dark black stones Of the forsaken eyes So far away from The man inside This prescription, he must have refilled This line’s on hold At 3 am He curls up in The dirty bed In a downtown room Fetal cocoon ‘All the lure is sin ‘Consumes his head Clinging onto his tray of tools He’s the living dead He falls asleep Starving for food Ginseng pipe in hand, still muttering; Just one more hoot The holes are deep Out on the street He needs the fill