MY FIRST-LIGHT LOVER
And...
I wait for my first-light lover.
He is alive with musical vibrations
& lyrical laughter. He draws me past
the night's cruel maze of darknesses.
His eyes are the color of Cool Gray
His skin is burnished like fine brass.
His voice is harbinger of a new moon.
His smile melts ice-stars; to shed tears.
And...
I wait for my first-light lover.
Waiting...
my feet grow stong like roots & my
legs are hidden by Birds Of Paradise.
He never understands how long I wait;
his days are my endless months, years.
His job is to sprinkle gold-dust on those
with dead-fish eyes, so they can glisten.
My first-light lover
cleverly stole Cupid's quiver of arrows.
In stealth, he has become the King of Hearts.
And...
I wait for my first-light lover.
He is there in black-obelisk night.
In inhalation & exhalation at noon.
He is there as day disrobes, donning
musty-dusk. He is there as fire flies
seduce sultry, summer eves. He is there...
at first-light.
Alice Parris
TWINFLAME REUNION
I have come out of my shadowland,
for you.
I have stayed upon this barren earth,
for you.
I have cried myself to sleep cold nights,
for you.
I have broken iron chains upon my heart,
for you.
I have denied lingering kindred love,
for you.
I have jumped off of countless clouds,
for you.
I have walked along the ledges of time,
for you.
I have written hundreds of love poems
for you.
I have birthed the song of heart's desire,
for you.
I have re-ignited my twinflame fire,
for you.
Let us, therefore, burn brightly twinflame;
God awaits.
Alice Parris
DRAGONFLY LOVE
A season
of violent gasping.
The freedom of flight.
The dragonfly's lifespan
is but brief
Love, in our times,
is like a dragonfly;
fast, furious and wild.
The ruby eyes of the dragonfly
see only its fleeting passion,
its wings of teal.
The morrow unmourned.
Alice Parris
