I.

Sweet, this elixir

of eternity’s passion

commanding my glide.

Soft, this explosion

from alpha to omega

sizzling our names raw.

Here is the timeless

mystery that pays no heed

to death’s greedy pride.

Songs of hearts divine,

mortal, angelic, holy,

billow starlit wings.

Here are lips of flame

eager to be extinguished

by love’s liquid sigh.

II.

The ancient story

tells itself anew, dressed in

syllables of now.

Hope flexes and soars––

through eyes welcoming newborns

to earth’s green legend,

through scarred tongues singing

battlefield fare-thee-wells for

comrades gone to peace.

Addicted to bliss,

dark heaven floods the soul

bright with miracles.

Stars wishing upon

the potential of humans

shine faithfully on.

2010