Even with all the treasure split open
With all proclaimed false
I sit at my loom of nowhere
Spinning my tale of nothing
Bending my villain and my champion
Into threads to bear
Each chance falling
From the pierced sky
I shift
One second collapsed into the next
Remade
Fluid
Pliable
Open
Transcended into the universal space
Measured out in sequence
And, yet, I find you
Someplace between the concept of lost
And pleasingly found
Intrigued
In your crevices and ways
In whispers never spoken
My shadow man
Singing at my window in the woken hours
My daylight dreams painted by anticipated footsteps
Enchantment vibrating
Through the honey dripped words
Materialized from lips turned
In surrendered thoughts
Irresistible
Beauty never pressed close enough
Meandering droplets of encased love
Into the well
Of consciousness
I proclaim as mine
My sparkling-gold sunlit lover
My cold bitter moon
Where I bask
Blanketed and deemed complete
Until the breaking comes
Reformed and reformed by the illusion
That is you
Belly of a Star 
August 20, 2013 at 5:51 pm
Lovely!!
August 20, 2013 at 5:55 pm
Hello Angel! đ My fellow poet. Was thinking of you as I was scribing out my angst on my poetry blog…are we endless in our passion…or what? Hugs to you dear friend. Thank you for traveling with me. đ