On the Flight of Desire

We are organs of each other, feathers of tomorrow
We share genes like hairs of our forever
Mutating to the timing of us

It’s not choice, it’s attraction
It’s a thrill of fantasy caressing reality
Hae.mi has a smile, I know it without knowing it

When she wants to repeat a moment
That felt like a bit of forever
Lost in the joy of now, a murmur

That’s all it took, all it takes, sometimes
When we look into the skies, we know
Nothing lasts forever, and it’s good

We are organs of time, breathing colors
Exploring the senses of beyond senses
And rejoining in the emotion of immortality

Hae.mi had that shaman side, she’d say the most
Philosophical things, at the oddest times
A bit like her son, he played games with destiny

We are silver fishes, that don’t swim but fly
It’s not choice, it’s attention
We attain the repetition of the essential things

We are delivered into silence this way
With the feeling of tomorrow
Being something we can’t live without.

TRIBES AMONG THE STARS

Love set you going like a pendulum
The instinct to profit from another
Taking your place among the elements
To marry the Earth, magnifying

The fact that we depend upon
Shadows and safety, tribe and nakedness
We no longer think of our mothers
Etched as we are in our own family

One cry, and I stumbled into life
Monogamous, now you try your
Handful of notes, on how to live
Clear vowels of loyalty, expressed

Like a morning song of ‘happily ever after’
Love set you with a distilled mirror
So that you might mature finally
In your own slow kind of way

As all galaxies whiten and swallow
Finally their own red stars
Love set you a morning song for going home.

My Opaline Vision

There are views and sighs
Where the vistas is still your face
There are coastlines where the waves
Are the most celebrated musicians
There is music in all these things
Liquid prayers cast off by nature’s harmonics

I can feel them in your cheeks
And in the higher clouds
Would you notice in an open heart?
The frequency of our becoming
Ancient layers where love already took place
And was sealed in children and dust

The shared labour of our tribes?
There are places that are fountains for the sun
Where the vistas is still your face
Burned in my memory like indulgent springs
The angles of your pouting discrepancies
You were the darkness that burned in me
To cool my wild-fire of doubt.