The Death of Dreams

What dreams may die 

When I watch you lie to us

My Love 

About who we really are ~

Chanting songs that Robin did 

Intrepid and 

Warding off the way Cupid's arrow flies

Love dies

To sleep 

To live the life of a Star

Is to feel profoundly alone 

Blown by the Wind 

Soothed by the drone 

The faint memory of the Beloved's song ~

Where do we belong?

If you let go of my hand

My Love

I will put up such a fight

I will quake and scream so loud 

That you will wake unproud 

Of that dream dagger in your hand  

Driving deep into the heart of Hope

Tapping oils from the Land 

On what will we stand when there is no more Sacred Ground?

My Strength dries up with tears

My years are still so young 

And yet

It kills, my dear ~

Slowly and over time..

The 'vine lacks Love that once nested deep inside this Mother's Earth 

What lies beneath when all is birthed Skyward and for leagues I see

La Vie en Rose all burnt and barren black? 

To Lack 

To die 

To sleep 

To Kill a Hummingbird ~*~

Or the chilldlike Queen 

To strip her of a Dreamish crown 

Prematurely and to the sound 

of Angel cries 

Love dies

Piercing the ear and the pineal gland 

The souls of unborn Kings to come 

Brighton, North and Starlight above 

Fall to Sleep in Heavenly Peace ~*~

Here Lies a Majesty's Dream

For one brief and shining moment

You shone your Truthful face 

Now unalive you look as Love encased

Eros or maybe his solemn Sister twin ~ 

The skin still dewy and sweet

A feast of Pearlescent meat 

Laid fresh upon Indigo Death and a Sado-tortuous queensize Bed

It is all in our head 

Enchanted 

Enflamed and quite unwell ~

We are extra-terrestrial 

Flesh now, yes

Covered in latex and galloping West 

Even those rebels and Cowboys have ventured so far from the womb ~

Unfeeling of their separation 

Meanwhile is Juliets tomb growing Plagued inside by Cancerous cells who ~

Once upon a time Forgot who we really are 

at Birth 

Gaia's resplendent Worth ~

Unremembering and overthrown 

Like caution to the Wind and away flies a dowry of Pure and precious Gold ~~

I die 

I sleep 

I dream again

My Love

My Dear

I begin at the End 

I faithfully Lend to you 

My Ear

I hear the Death of Dreams

Whispering a sad but Sacred sound:

Om Nama Shivaya Gurave //

Good-night.

The Beloved

The One through whom you are experiencing The Divine

At any given point in time ~*~

Philosopher Things

This morning I remembered that I dreamed you, Dreamer

Exactly the way you are 

So that you would keep dreaming me, my star 

And from afar we would burn Brightly

& Forever in the Other's gaze 

In Plato's days

Beauty was second to Truth's form 

Building what is Good and Noble beneath a pure Light storm 

So we could float down into Existence 

Asthetically and upon Angels's wings..

Philosopher things, my dear ~*~

But a wise old Rishi once said 

the opposite is always True once you've stood on your head;

So it's really me growing out of you 

The deeper inside me you go

Some days I don't know

But this morning I knew ~

I remembered my dream is simply you 

dreaming Me

And that you are the highest 

and Deepest truth 

I have yet to see