Monday, January 11, 2016

'this is ground control to major tom'

gathered to me
plucked blossoms tucked under the edge of the heart-line
stardust
pocketed from public view these morsels fine
moments
movements
neon alleys--shadowlands of orchestral hum
lyrics ink the undefinable thrum
unreachable unfathomable
honeysuckle pie of love's black-winged corners
gathered to me
these soft cloaked enchantments
and
i will drop as talismans to show the way
follow follow . .
i remember kissing you--folded to one
you carved a small black ring
'B'
gather to me
the promised notes of Spring
spread me thick as honey for the Goblin King
absorption not reflection
spins the deepest winter blue
Oh, sing me back to stardust

dance me back to you




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