he read the mind of God

found it's a four lettered word.

chiseled on the face of snow
winter sleeps in porous white
silent drift as frozen souls
swims in dreamer's tired eye
put upon a jilted mask
by who's hearts are made of ice

time to melt away the nap
split the coat of seedy cage
bloom into the tints of pink
spring and blossom, seize the day

these resplendent mosses wild
curl in lush of ferns asleep
toe across the floor of dark
but with feather'd pixie feet
swooning babble by the noon
step a breathing melody

while slippery rays of sun
torn and terrified
do fall in forest seat
melt at pleasure's sight
when shadows sweep the air
challenge the greatest heights
through steepest layers of dream
its time the mind shall climb

stumble shed the cloak
fly or run in deep
journey past the forest's
verdant canopies
as seasons paint upon
canvas of crimson trees
in while the hollows sing
to those fallen asleep

i'm yet to find myself
through misty layers adrift
journey's far across
and into abyss

lone below palatial mounts
secluded outcast
the twilight dives in echoes
in layers of shadows past

a sound of broken trails
hunted waned or lost
scorching blood and sweat
never once forgot

she rises holding breath
swims in heavens high
no one's come this far
swooning to her sky

as dancing glint of stars
laid upon its smile
the adagio of dream
my gift to you is life

shores are stained by beams
embrace of waning moon
seeped in sight of hers
jaunty lyrics swoon

laden with the dust
brewing names apiece
stuttering waves tie
to her velvet feet

now that sky is ash
burnt a black by sun
frozen lucid rhymes
caught in tangles run

riding winds of night
on fields of moaning dew
sleeping poppies red
breathe a jasmine hue

scented airs of which
could sway a ****** soul
for taste of honeydew
surely abandon whole

steal me from the mute
pages of dry songs
from swirling aimless plight
thirstily forlorn

for words are blood on ink
each escape from heart
and rest in cozy pauses
in prayers laid apart

meant for you to love
chaos of stormy calm
as it turns its face
away from tranquil dawn

and while you carry me
to eyes of heavens loose
i shall be home in time
to kiss the lips of moon

why do mornings blush
and sheath a secret deep
perhaps in ears of night
the stars must whisper sweet

on winds of buried years
from cracks in concrete street
it grows as garden rose
foliage of memory

painting love aloof
dancing with a dream
it bleeds a shade of prayer
in garb of destiny

an unlikely embrace
a drop of milky soul
in guise of poet's heart
meeting lights her core

which burns the lips of rock
and melts its citrus skin
a fruit of coral kiss
the orange has a twin

lost in fain quagmire of words
rambling rays of golden sun
seep in smirking hearts of flesh
beating mingle all in one

drape a warmth from chin to thigh
simple shadows worse or right
glaring hollow flop and fling
fingers fallow slip in ink

sheeny glow of festive light
gleaming glint in eyes of sky
dangling gasp of playfulness
sway expedient leaping legs

further out and drawing in
softest clangs of merry din
mark a mirth of yellow chimes
in chirping chat of cider, wines

freshest fruit of toiling trees
sowing, growing, reaping seeds
labour harvest of the soul
caught in diamond grains of gold

while stringing verses all in part
melt in swirling blooming hearts
through rambling rays of saffron sun
we find us mingle all in one

hallowed lands touch idling feet
madly mumble marching in
waiting lips and wings of bright
watch and hear the games begin

lucid furnace of its dream
or something akin
yearn a sketch of resurrection
sample sights of spring

dancing fingers live the warmth
on tips of trailing twigs
beat a pitch, phrase a song
for blossoms breathed within

which meets a palisade of change
relish his laughing sin
and halts in ***** of her sky
to womb of shadows bring

a day of gleaming fragrances
in orchards verdant seen
caged and frozen in her eyes
or melted in his being

if limber kiss of morning dew
may steer a flock of wind
through listless green of jilted rhymes
let the games begin

my sweet little bird is dead
wide afar free at last
hovering alight moves
to rhythm of the dark

through passing open winds
from foamy feather clouds
its fiery serpent wings
preened away by doubt

and breaks into the blue
shallows of a brook
to find a mirror gaze
anchored crystal look

my sweet little bird awaits
eyes perched on marbled moon
nesting sight of promises
spouting beak a croon

lost in shrubs of distant arms
leaves of plunging dreams
steering tweet a call of night
and grip the shade of trees

though when its frigid heart
may trace a sunlit path
a glancing summer shower
shall spring a velvet bath

my sweet little bird will fly
to blooming meadows ripe
rejoice at warmth of love
and span a tranquil sky